it, therefore I would not have your Ladyſhip be offended.’—‘Prithee tell me,’ ſays Sophia,—‘I will know it this inſtant.’ ‘Why, Ma’am,’ anſwered Mrs. Honour, ‘he came into the Room, one Day laſt Week when I was at Work, and there lay your Ladyſhip’s Muff on a Chair, and to be ſure he put his Hands into it, that very Muff your Ladyſhip gave me but yeſterday; “La,” ſays I, Mr. Jones, “you will ſtretch my Lady’s Muff and ſpoil it;” but he ſtill kept his Hands in it, and then he kiſſed it—to be ſure, I hardly every ſaw ſuch a Kiſs in my Life as he gave it.’—‘I suppoſe he did not know it was mine,’ reply’d Sophia. ‘Your Ladyſhip ſhall hear, Ma’am. He kiſſed it again and again, and ſaid it was the prettieſt Muff in the World. “La! Sir,” ſays I, “you have ſeen it a hundred Times,”—“Yes, Mrs. Honour,” cry’d he; “but who can ſee any thing beautiful in the Preſence of your Lady but herſelf:” Nay, that’s not all neither, but I hope your Ladyſhip won’t be offended, for to be ſure he meant nothing: One Day as your Ladyſhip was playing on the Harpſicord to my Maſter, Mr. Jones was ſitting in the next Room, and methought he looked melancholy. “La!”ſays
