nce to thee, wench.

Said my master, and put some fish on my lady's plate, Well does Lady
Davers use the word insult!--But, come, let me see you eat one mouthful,
and I'll forgive you; and he put the knife in one of her hands, and the
fork in the other. As I hope to live, said he, I cannot bear this silly
childishness, for nothing at all! I am quite ashamed of it.

She put a little bit to her mouth, but laid it down in her plate again:
I cannot eat, said she; I cannot swallow, I'm sure. It will certainly
choak me. He had forbid his menservants to come in, that they might not
behold the scene he expected; and rose from table himself, and filled
a glass of wine, her woman offering, and her kinsman rising, to do it.
Mean-time, his seat between us being vacant, she turned to me: How now,
confidence, said she, darest thou sit next me? Why dost thou not rise,
and take the glass from thy property?

Sit still, my dear, said he; I'll help you both. But I arose; for I was
afraid of a good cuff; and said, Pray, sir, let me help my lady. So you
shall, replied he, when she's in a humour to receive it as she ought.
Sister, said he, with a glass in his hand, pray drink; you'll perhaps
eat a little bit of something then. Is this to insult me? said she.--No,
really, returned he: but to incite you to eat; for you'll be sick for
want of it.

She took the glass, and said, God forgive you, wicked wretch, for your
usage of me this day!--This is a little as it used to be!--I once had
your love;--and now it is changed; and for whom? that vexes me! And wept
so, she was forced to set down the glass.

You don't do well, said he. You neither treat me like your brother nor
a gentleman; and if you would suffer me, I would love you as well as
ever.--But for a woman of sense and understanding, and a fine-bred
woman, as I once thought my sister, you act quite a childish part. Come,
added he, and held the glass to her lips, let your brother, that you
once loved, prevail on you to drink this glass of wine.--She then drank
it. He kissed her, and said, Oh! how passion deforms the noblest minds!
You have lost a good deal of that loveliness that used to adorn my
sister. And let me persuade you to compose yourself, and be my sister
again!--For Lady Davers is, indeed, a fine woman; and has a presence as
majestic for a lady, as her dear brother has for a gentleman.

He then sat down between us again, and said, when the second course came
in, Let Abraham c