MR. MURPHY, THE DRAMATIST.
On Thursday, while my dear father was here, who should be announced but Mr. Murphy;[93] the man of all other strangers to me whom I most longed to see.
He is tall and well made, has a very gentlemanlike appearance, and a quietness of manner upon his first address that, to me, is very pleasing. His face looks sensible, and his deportment is perfectly easy and polite.
When he had been welcomed by Mrs. Thrale, and had gone through the reception-salutations of Dr. Johnson and my father, Mrs. Thrale, advancing to me, said,
“But here is a lady I must introduce to you, Mr. Murphy here is another F. B.”
“Indeed!” cried he, taking my hand; “is this a sister of Miss Brown's?”
“No, no; this is Miss Burney.”
“What!” cried he, staring; “is this—is this—this is not the lady that—that—”
“Yes, but it is,” answered she, laughing.