her Bosom. And beholding each
other now as Man and Wife, she suffer'd him all the decent Freedoms he
could wish to take; so that the Hours of this Voyage seem'd the most
soft and charming of his Life: and doubtless they were so; every Touch
of _Atlante_ transported him, every Look pierced his Soul, and he was
all Raptures of Joy, when he consider'd this charming lovely Maid was
his own.

_Charlot_ all this while was gazing above-deck, admiring the Motion of
the little Vessel, and how easily the Wind and Tide bore her up the
River. She had never been in any thing of this kind before, and was very
well pleas'd and entertain'd, when _Rinaldo_ call'd her down to eat;
where they enjoy'd themselves, as well as was possible: and _Charlot_
was wondring to see such a Content in their Eyes.

But now they thought it was high time for them to return; they fancy the
Footman missing them at Church, would go home and alarm their Father,
and the Knight of the Ill-favour'd Countenance, as _Charlot_ call'd
Count _Vernole_, whose Severity put their Father on a greater
Restriction of them, than naturally he would do of himself. At the Name
of this Count, _Rinaldo_ chang'd Colour, fearing he might be some Rival;
and ask'd _Atlante_, if this _Vernole_ was a-kin to her? She answer'd
no; but was a very great Friend to her Father, and one who from their
Infancy had had a particular Concern for their Breeding, and was her
Master for Philosophy. 'Ah! (reply'd _Rinaldo_, sighing) this Man's
Concern must proceed from something more than Friendship for her
Father'; and therefore conjur'd her to tell him, whether he was not a
Lover: 'A Lover! (reply'd _Atlante_) I assure you, he is a perfect
Antidote against that Passion': And tho' she suffer'd his ugly Presence
now, she should loathe and hate him, should he but name Love to her.

She said, she believed she need not fear any such Persecution, since he
was a Man who was not at all amorous; that he had too much of the Satire
in his Humour, to harbour any Softness there: and Nature had form'd his
Body to his Mind, wholly unfit for Love. And that he might set his Heart
absolutely at rest, she assur'd him her Father had never yet propos'd
any Marriage to her, tho' many advantageous ones were offer'd him every
Day.

The Sails being turned to carry them back from whence they came; after
having discoursed of a thousand Things, and all of Love, and Contrivance
to carry on their mutual Design, they with Si