She took the fire-screen, that hung by the side of the chimney, and held
it before her face, now glancing at me, now turning away her eye, as if
resolved to be displeased.
You come upon a hateful errand, sir: I have been unhappy ever since your
officious letter came.
I am sorry for it, madam. While you are warm with the remembrance of a
past misunderstanding, I will not offer to reason with you: but let me,
madam, see less discomposure in your looks. I want to take my
impressions of you from more placid features: I am a painter, madam: I
love to draw lady's pictures. Will you have this pass for a first
sitting?
She knew not what to do with her anger: she was loath to part with it.
You are impertinent, Sir Charles--Excuse me--You are impertinent.
I do excuse you, Lady Beauchamp: and the rather, as I am sure you do not
think me so. Your freedom is a mark of your favour; and I thank you for
it.