In February, 1779, Miss Burney returned to Streatham. A bedroom was set apart for her exclusive use. She became almost as much a recognised member of the family as Dr. Johnson had for many years been. Nearly all the remainder of 1779 was spent with her new friends, either at Streatham, Tunbridge Wells, or Brighton. Her father could scarcely regain possession of her, even for a few days, without a friendly battle. Johnson always took the side of the resisting party. In one of these contests, when Burney urged that she had been away from home too long: ‘Sir,’ cried Johnson, seizing both her hands to detain her, ‘I do not think it long; I would have her _always_ come! and _never_ go!’ In February, the first new face she saw at Mrs. Thrale’s was that of Arthur Murphy,[44] playwright and translator of Tacitus. Mrs. Thrale charged her to make herself agreeable to this gentleman, whose knowledge of the stage might be of service to her in relation to the comedy which her friends were urging her to write. The exhortation was unneeded, for almost the first words uttered by Murphy in her presence won Fanny’s heart. Mrs. Thrale, missing Dr. Burney, who after his weekly lesson had returned to town without taking leave, inveighed against him as a male coquet: he only, she said, gave enough of his company to excite a desire for more. Murphy was ready with his compliment. ‘Dr. Burney,’ he replied, ‘is indeed a most extraordinary man; I think I don’t know such another: he is at home upon all subjects, and upon all so agreeable! he is a wonderful man.’ Noting down this pretty speech led the diarist to record some words which had passed between Johnson and herself on the same theme: “‘I love Burney,’ said the Doctor; ‘my heart goes out to meet him.’ “‘He is not ungrateful, sir,’ cried I: ‘for most heartily does he love you.’ “‘Does he, madam? I am surprised at that.’ “‘Why, sir? Why should you have doubted it?’ “‘Because, madam, Dr. Burney is a man for all the world to love; it is but natural to love _him_.’ “I could almost have cried with delight at this cordial, unlaboured _éloge_.”