“Mrs. Paradise then again came forward, and, taking my hand, led me up to her ladyship’s sister, Lady Hawke, saying aloud, and with a courteous smirk, ‘Miss Burney, ma’am, authoress of “Evelina.”’...
“Lady Hawke arose and curtseyed. She is much younger than her sister, and rather pretty; extremely languishing, delicate, and pathetic; apparently accustomed to be reckoned the genius of her family, and well contented to be looked upon as a creature dropped from the clouds....
“‘My sister intends,’ said Lady Say and Sele, ‘to print her “Mausoleum,” just for her own friends and acquaintances.’
“‘Yes,’ said Lady Hawke: ‘I have never printed yet.’...
“‘Well,’ cried Lady Say, ‘but do repeat that sweet part that I am so fond of—you know what I mean; Miss Burney must hear it—out of your novel, you know!’
“Lady H.: No, I can’t; I have forgot it.
“Lady S.: Oh, no! I am sure you have not; I insist upon it.
“Lady H.: But I know you can repeat it yourself; you have so fine a memory; I am sure you can repeat it.
“Lady S.: Oh, but I should not do it justice! that’s all—I should not do it justice!
“Lady Hawke then bent forward, and repeated: ‘If, when he made the declaration of his love, the sensibility that beamed in his eyes was felt in his heart, what pleasing sensations and soft alarms might not that tender avowal awaken!’