"Yes," said Meyler, as he handed me into his carriage; and then directed his coachman to take me home; but I had scarcely got into Piccadilly when the fit of jealousy seized me with such overpowering violence that I suddenly pulled the check-string and requested to be conducted to Meyler's house. When there I, unannounced, walked up into his dressing-room.
"Meyler," said I, "I have given way at all times to your caprice and jealousy. This once humour mine, and I shall feel most grateful. My health and spirits are low to-night. Pray cut the Duke and return with me. It is the first time I ever interfered with your amusements, therefore do not refuse me."
Meyler was obstinate.
"Well, then," said I, "I shall not return home alone. I propose going to Lord Ebrington's and making love to him."
This speech would have disgusted most men; but I knew Meyler.
"I am sure you would not leave me for Ebrington, handsome as he is," said Meyler.
"Upon my word I will, and this very night if he is to be found, and you refuse to return with me."
"Well, then, I must return with you," said poor Meyler, throwing off his unfortunate regimentals, and preparing to accompany me home.
The next time I met Lord Hertford he told me I was very wrong, and ought to have had more sense than to have attempted bringing Meyler home by force.