The Steward return'd, Very
well, Sir, I shall let my Lady know it, if she enquires for you.
_Philadelphia_, who overheard what they said, call'd the Steward in
Haste, and bid him call _Gracelove_ back, and tell him, she expected his
Company at her Table to Day, and that she desir'd he would appear like
himself. The Steward soon overtook him at the Door, just going out as
_Eugenia_ came in, who look'd back on _Gracelove_: The poor Gentleman
was strangely surpriz'd at the Sight of her, as she was at his; but the
Steward's Message did more amaze and confound him. He went directly to
his Chamber, to dress himself in one of those rich Suits lately made for
him; but, the Distraction he was in, made him mistake his Coat for his
Wastcoat, and put the Coat on first; but, recalling his straggling
Thoughts, he made Shift to get ready time enough to make his Appearance
without a second Summons. _Philadelphia_ was as pleasant at Dinner, as
ever she had been all her Life; she look'd very obligingly on all the
Sparks, and drank to every one of 'em particularly, beginning to the
Lord--and ending to the Stranger, who durst hardly lift up his Eyes a
second Time to her's, to confirm him that he knew her. Her Brother was
so confounded, that he bow'd and continu'd his Head down 'till she had
done drinking, not daring to encounter her Eyes, that would then have
reproach'd him with his Villany to her.

After Dinner the Cloth was taken away; She began thus to her Lovers: My
Lord! Sir _Thomas_! and Mr. _Fat-acres_! I doubt not, that it will be of
some Satisfaction to you, to know whom I have made Choice for my next
Husband; which now I am resolv'd no longer to defer.

The Person to whom I shall next drink, must be the Man who shall ever
command me and my Fortune, were it ten times greater than it is; which I
wish only for his Sake, since he deserves much more.--Here, (said she to
one that waited) put Wine into two Glasses: Then she took the Diamond
Ring from her Finger, and put it into one of 'em. My dear _Gracelove_,
(cry'd she) I drank to thee; and send thee back thy own Ring, with
_Philadelphia's_ Heart. He startl'd, blush'd, and looked wildly; whilst
all the Company stared on him. Nay, pledge me, (persu'd she) and return
me the Ring: for it shall make us both one the next Morning. He bow'd,
kiss'd, and return'd it, after he had taken off his Wine. The defeated
Lovers knew not how to resent it? The Lord and Knight were for going,
but the C