“Dear, no, sir,” again quoth I, staring harder.
“Ma'am,” cried he, drily; “I beg your pardon! I had understood your name was Evelina.”
Soon: after, he went away.
And when he put down his card, who should it prove but Dr. Franklin.[73] Was it not queer?
AN EVENING AT SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS'S
A DEMONSTRATIVE “EVELINA” ENTHUSIAST.
Now to this grand visit, which was become more tremendous than ever because of the pamphlet [74] business, and I felt almost ashamed to see Sir Joshua, and could not but conclude he would think of it too.
My mother, who changed her mind, came with me. My father promised to come before the Opera was half over.
We found the Miss Palmers alone. We were, for near an hour, quite easy, chatty, and comfortable; no pointed speech was made, and no starer entered. But when I asked the elder Miss Palmer if she would allow me to look at some of her drawings, she said,