and obligingness--and so, by
degrees, she will become her master's master.

But for a wife to come up with kemboed arm, the other hand thrown out,
perhaps with a pointing finger--Look ye here, Sir!--Take notice!--If you
are wrong, I'll be wrong!--If you are in a passion, I'll be in a passion!
--Rebuff, for rebuff, Sir!--If you fly, I'll tear!--If you swear, I'll
curse!--And the same room, and the same bed, shall not hold us, Sir!-
For, remember, I am married, Sir!--I am a wife, Sir!--You can't help
yourself, Sir!--Your honour, as well as your peace, is in my keeping!
And, if you like not this treatment, you may have worse, Sir!

Ah! Jack! Jack! What man, who has observed these things, either implied
or expressed, in other families, would wish to be a husband!

Dorcas found this paper in one of the drawers of her lady's dressing-
table. She was reperusing it, as she supposes, when the honest wench
carried my message to desire her to favour me at the tea-table; for she
saw her pop a paper into the drawer as she came in; and there, on her
mistress's going to meet me in the dining-room, she found it; and to be
this.

But I had better not to have had a copy of it, as far as I know: for,
determined as I was before upon my operations, it instantly turned all my
resolutions in her favour. Yet I would give something to be convinced
that she did not pop it into her drawer before the wench, in order for me
to see it; and perhaps (if I were to take notice of it) to discover
whether Dorcas, according to Miss Howe's advice, were most my friend, or
her's.

The very suspicion of this will do her no good: for I cannot bear to be
artfully dealt with. People love to enjoy their own peculiar talents in
monopoly, as arguments against me in her behalf. But I know ever tittle
thou canst say upon it. Spare therefore thy wambling nonsense, I desire
thee; and leave this sweet excellence and me to our fate: that will
determine for us, as it shall please itself: for as Cowley says,

An unseen hand makes all our moves:
And some are great, and some are small;
Some climb to good, some from great fortunes fall:
Some wise men, and some fools we call:
Figures, alas! of speech!--For destiny plays us all.

But, after all, I am sorry, almost sorry (for how shall I do to be quite
sorry, when it is not given to me to be so?) that I cannot, until I have
made further trials, resolve upon wedlock.

I have just