ome in and wait. I touched his toe again; but he minded
it not; and I saw he was right; for her ladyship began to recollect
herself, and did not behave half so ill before the servants, as she had
done; and helped herself with some little freedom; but she could not
forbear a strong sigh and a sob now and then. She called for a glass
of the same wine she had drank before. Said he, Shall I help you again,
Lady Davers?--and rose, at the same time, and went to the sideboard,
and filled her a glass. Indeed, said she, I love to be soothed by my
brother!--Your health, sir!

Said my master to me, with great sweetness, My dear, now I'm up, I'll
fill for you!--I must serve both sisters alike! She looked at the
servant, as if he were a little check upon her, and said to my master,
How now, sir!--Not that you know of. He whispered her, Don't shew any
contempt before my servants to one I have so deservedly made their
mistress. Consider, 'tis done.--Ay, said she, that's the thing that
kills me.

He gave me a glass: My good lady's health, sir, said I.--That won't do,
said she, leaning towards me, softly: and was going to say wench, or
creature, or some such word. And my master, seeing Abraham look towards
her, her eyes being red and swelled, said, Indeed, sister, I would not
vex myself about it, if I was you. About what? said she. Why, replied
he, about your lord's not coming down, as he had promised. He sat down,
and she tapped him on the shoulder: Ah! wicked one, said she, nor will
that do neither!--Why, to be sure, added he, it would vex a lady of
your sense and merit to be slighted, if it was so; but I am sure my
lord loves you, as well as you love him; and you know not what may have
happened.

She shook her head, and said, That's like your art!--This makes one
amazed you should be so caught!--Who, my lord caught! said he: No, no!
he'll have more wit than so! But I never heard you were jealous before.
Nor, said he, have you any reason to think so now!--Honest friend, you
need not wait, said she; my woman will help us to what we want. Yes, let
him, replied he. Abraham, fill me a glass. Come, said my master,
Lord Davers to you, madam: I hope he'll take care he is not found
out!--You're very provoking, brother, said she. I wish you were as good
as Lord Davers.--But don't carry your jest too far. Well, said he, 'tis
a tender point, I own. I've done.

By these kind managements the dinner passed over better than I expected.
And when