y well have been put into the opposite scale with them. Another
great piece of your injustice was when I offered to settle your own
fortune upon yourself, you would not consent to it; I do not look on
that piece of condescension out of love to me, but a thorough hatred you
had to your own flesh and blood; and lastly, your not owning your
daughter, though she strongly hinted who she was to you when she was
twice in your company, and even followed you from place to place while
you were in England. Now, if you can reconcile this piece of inhumanity
with yourself, pray try what you can say to me about your never telling
me the life you led in Pall Mall, in the character of Roxana? You
scrupled to be happily married to me, and soon after came to England,
and was a reputed whore to any nobleman that would come up to your
price, and lived with one a considerable time, and was taken by several
people to be his lawful wife. If any gentleman should ask me what I have
taken to my bed, what must I answer? I must say an inhuman false-hearted
whore, one that had not tenderness enough to own her own children, and
has too little virtue, in my mind, to make a good wife.

"I own I would," says he, "have settled your own estate upon you with
great satisfaction, but I will not do it now; you may retire to your
chamber, and when I have any occasion to speak with you, I will send a
messenger to you; so, my undeserving lady countess, you may walk out of
the room."

I was going to reply to all this, but instead of hearing me, he began to
speak against the Quaker, who, he supposed, knew all the intrigues of my
life; but I cleared her innocence, by solemnly declaring it was a
thorough reformation of my past life that carried me to live at the
Quaker's house, who knew nothing of me before I went to live with her,
and that she was, I believed, a virtuous woman.

I went away prodigiously chagrined. I knew not what course to take; I
found expostulation signified nothing, and all my hopes depended on what
I might say to him after we were gone to bed at night. I sent in for
Amy, and having told her our discourse, she said she knew not what to
think of him, but hoped it would, by great submission, wear off by
degrees. I could eat but little dinner, and Amy was more sorrowful than
hungry, and after we had dined, we walked by ourselves in the garden,
to know what we had best pursue. As we were walking about, Thomas came
to us, and told us that the youn