"'I wish,' said he, 'Miss Streatfield was here at this moment to cuff you, Seward!'
"'Cuff me,' cried he. 'What, the little Sophy!—and why?'
"'For disposing of her so freely. I think a man deserves to be cuffed for saying any lady will marry him.'
"I seconded this speech with much approbation."
"London, Jan. 1783.—Before they went came Miss Streatfield, looking pale, but very elegant and pretty. She was in high spirits, and I hope has some reason. She made, at least, speeches that provoked such surmises. When the Jacksons went,—
"'That,' said I, 'is the celebrated Jackson of Exeter; I dare say you would like him if you knew him.'
"'I dare say I should,' cried she, simpering; 'for he has the two requisites for me,—he is tall and thin.'
"To be sure, this did not at all call for raillery! Dr. Vyse has always been distinguished by these two epithets. I said, however, nothing, as my mother was present; but she would not let my looks pass unnoticed.
"'Oh!' cried she, 'how wicked you look!—No need of seeing Mrs. Siddons for expression!—However, you know how much that is my taste,—tall and thin!—but you don't know how apropos it is just now!'"
Nine years after the last entry, we find: