mpany.

But I was astonished, when (following the wench, as she did at the first
invitation) I saw her enter dressed, all but her gloves, and those and
her fan in her hand; in the same moment bidding Dorcas direct Will. to
get her a chair to the door.

Cruel creature, thought I, to expose me thus to the derision of the women
below!

Going abroad, Madam!

I am, Sir.

I looked cursed silly, I am sure. You will breakfast first, I hope,
Madam; and a very humble strain; yet with an hundred tender looks in my
heart.

Had she given me more notice of her intention, I had perhaps wrought
myself up to the frame I was in the day before, and begun my vengeance.
And immediately came into my head all the virulence that had been
transcribed for me from Miss Howe's letters, and in that letter which I
had transcribed myself.

Yes, she would drink one dish; and then laid her gloves and fan in the
window just by.

I was perfectly disconcerted. I hemm'd, and was going to speak several
times; but I knew not in what key. Who's modest now! thought I. Who's
insolent now!--How a tyrant of a woman confounds a bashful man! She was
acting Miss Howe, I thought; and I the spiritless Hickman.

At last, I will begin, thought I.

She a dish--I a dish.

Sip, her eyes her own, she; like a haughty and imperious sovereign,
conscious of dignity, every look a favour.

Sip, like her vassal, I; lips and hands trembling, and not knowing that I
sipp'd or tasted.

I was--I was--I sipp'd--(drawing in my breath and the liquor together,
though I scalded my mouth with it) I was in hopes, Madam--

Dorcas came in just then.--Dorcas, said she, is a chair gone for?

Damn'd impertinence, thought I, thus to put me out in my speech! And I
was forced to wait for the servant's answer to the insolent mistress's
question.

William is gone for one, Madam.

This cost me a minute's silence before I could begin again. And then it
was with my hopes, and my hopes, and my hopes, that I should have been
early admitted to--

What weather is it, Dorcas? said she, as regardless of me as if I had not
been present.

A little lowering, Madam--The sun is gone in--it was very fine half an
hour ago.

I had no patience. Up I rose. Down went the tea-cup, saucer and all--
Confound the weather, the sunshine, and the wench!--Begone for a devil,
when I am speaking to your lady, and have so little opportunity given me.

Up rose the saucy-face, half-frighted; and