We are going to leave a very disagreeable house, the master of which, is still more disagreeable. He is one of those troublesome people, one is so sorry to meet with; the species of whom, is, however, too common; one of those men who fatigue one by their attention to please, and never speak, but in a strain of tedious compliment. He has given us a very plentiful, and a very bad supper; served up with so much ceremony, and such an air of preparation, as could not fail of making the whole company sensible how much trouble they had occasioned.

Sir John has been married six months, as you know; his lady is a young woman, long, lean, pale, foolish, proud, with a termagant air; a little head, set upon a thin neck, and an eternal sneer, without the least trace of gaiety on her countenance. This couple seemed to me, extremely well paired.

Sir Harry is very much attached to Lady Elizabeth; except my own, I have seen few brothers so obliging. But, as our virtues borrow something from our temperament, I have discovered that he is naturally attentive and officious; he loves to mix in every thing, to make himself necessary. We have already had two or three quarrels: He will stiffle me in the coach, for fear I should get cold; I let down the glass, he pulls it up, and I again let it down; he makes grave representations to me on the subject; I, with all gentleness, explain to him my will; he insists; I am obstinate; he gives it up with reluctance; and when I have put him into a very bad humour, he chides, and I recover the liberty of breathing.

For Sir James, his character is sweetness, complaisance, and grace, united to gaiety; he speaks just what he ought; he expresses himself agreeably, and what he says amuses: Lady Elizabeth is enchanted with him: You know how lively her approbations are; it is happy for her, they are not lasting enough to convert themselves into tenderer sentiments.