'Pray, if I may presume so far, how old are you?--But I beg pardon for so indiscreet a question. I did not reflect upon what I was saying. Very possibly your age may be indefinable. You may be a person of another century. A wandering Jewess. I never heard that the old Jew had a wife, or a mother, who partook of his longevity; but very likely I may now have the pleasure of seeing one of his family under my own roof? That red and white, that you lay on so happily, may just as well hide the wrinkles of two or three grand climacterics, as of only a poor single sixty or seventy years of age. However, these are secrets that I don't presume to enquire into. Every trade has its mystery.' These splenetic witticisms producing no reply, Mrs Ireton, more categorically, demanded, 'Pray, Ma'am, pray Mrs What's-your-name, will you give me leave to ask what brings you to my house?' 'Miss Joddrel, Madam, informed me that you desired my attendance.' 'Yes; but with what view?' Disconcerted by this interrogatory, Juliet stammered, but could devise no answer. 'To what end, what purpose, what intent, I say, may I owe the honour of your presence?' The office pointed out by Elinor, of an humble companion, now died the cheeks of Juliet with shame; but resentment of the palpable desire to hear its mortifying acknowledgement, tied her tongue; and though each of the following interrogatories was succeeded by a pause that demanded a reply, she could not bring herself to utter a word. 'You are hardly come, I should imagine, without some motive: I may be mistaken, to be sure; but I should hardly imagine you would take the trouble to present yourself merely to afford me the pleasure of seeing you?--Not but that I ought to be extremely flattered by such a compliment. 'Twould be vastly amiable, certainly. A lady of your indescribable consequence! 'Twould be difficult to me to shew an adequate sense of so high an honour. I am distressed at the very thought of it.--But perhaps you may have some other design?--You may have the generosity to intend me some improvement?--You may come to favour me with some lessons of declamation?--Who knows but you may propose to make an actress of me?--Or perhaps to instruct me how to become an adept in your own favourite art of face-daubing?' At least, thought Juliet, I need not give you any lessons in the _art of ingeniously tormenting_! There you are perfect! 'What! no answer yet?--Am I always so unfortunate as to hit upon improper subjects?--To ask questions that merit no reply?--I am quite confounded at my want of judgment! Excuse it, I entreat, and aid me out of this unprofitable labyrinth of conjecture, by telling me, at once, to what happy inspiration I am indebted for the pleasure of receiving you in my house?' Juliet pleaded again the directions of Miss Joddrel.