When I went down Stairs, I found my Mother mentioning Gatty's Case to Dr. Elwes, who frequently stepped in to smoak a quiet Pipe under our Elms. He immediately went up Stairs to see her; and was guarded in pronouncing whether she had a Fever, a Chill, a Surfeit, or what; but said Time would disclose, and he would see her again in the Morning. Meanwhile, she was to be kept Cool and Quiet; and he would write a Prescription for a Composing Draught; which accordingly he did.
"And now, with respect to Supper," said I, when he was gone. "Dear me! who has thought, all this Time, of Mr. Fenwick?"
No one had remembered him; so I immediately carried up his Whey and Buns, smote to the Heart at his having been so entirely overlooked. When I went in, he was still sitting at the Casement. He said, "Well, Leah!" with a gentle Smile, which assured me that he had heard and remembered what had passed at Lady Betty's Table.
"Dear Sir," said I, "I am quite sorry you should have been so long forgotten. We have had such a noisy Party this Afternoon."
"Rather tumultuous certainly," said he; "they helped to amuse me, and it was not my Fault that I heard every Word they said."
"How loudly High-Bred People laugh and talk, Sir!" said I.
"I doubt if it be High-Breeding to do so," said he; "Ill-Breeding it seems to me."
"What did you think, Sir, of Mr. Caryl? Mr. Paul, as they called him?"
"Well, I thought he tried to serve the Petersham Chicken with Walpole Sauce."