“Oh, what shall I ever do!” interposed Georgiana. “Oh my goodness what a fool he must be!”

“⁠—And implores to be asked to dinner, and to make a fourth at the play another time. And so he dines tomorrow and goes to the opera with us. That’s all. Except, my dear Georgiana⁠—and what will you think of this!⁠—that he is infinitely shyer than you, and far more afraid of you than you ever were of anyone in all your days!”