As all might see, unwilling to be gone.
While puzzled thus, and puzzling all about,
Involved, absorb’d, in some bewildering doubt,
A lady enter’d, Madam Johnson call’d,
Within whose presence stood the lad appall’d.
A learned Lady this, who knew the names
Of all the pictures in the golden frames; 280
Could every subject, every painter, tell,
And on their merits and their failures dwell;
And if perchance there was a slight mistake—