merly dropt from her, may conceive that ſhe herſelf had a very particular Affection for Mr. Jones; but, in reality, it was no ſuch thing. Tom was a handſome young Fellow; and for that Species of Men Mrs. Honour had ſome Regard; but this was perfectly indiſcriminate: For having been croſſed in the Love which ſhe bore a certain Nobleman’s Footman, who had baſely deſerted her after a Promiſe of Marriage, ſhe had ſo ſecurely kept together the broken Remains of her Heart, that no Man had ever ſince been able to poſſeſs himſelf of any ſingle Fragment. She viewed all handſome Men with that equal Regard and Benevolence, which a sober and virtuous Mind bear sto all the Good.—She might, indeed, be called a Lover of Men, as Socrates was a Lover of Mankind, preferring one to another for corporeal, as he for mental Qualifications; but never carrying this Preference ſo far as to cauſe any Perturbation in the philoſophical Serenity of her Temper.
The Day after Mr. Jones had had that Conflict with himſelf, which we have ſeen in the preceding Chapter, Mrs. Honour came into his Room, and finding him alone, began in the following Manner. ‘La, Sir, where do you think I have been? I warrants‘you
