for them. I told my Lady, ſays I, Madam, Your La’ſhip is encourage Idleneſs—’ ‘And was my Sophia ſo good?’ ſays Jones,—‘My Sophia! I aſſure you, marry come up,’ anſwered Honour. ‘And yet if you knew all.—Indeed, if I was as Mr. Jones, I ſhould look a little higher than ſuch Trumpery as Molly Seagrim.’ ‘What do you mean by theſe Words,’ replied Jones, ‘If I knew all?’ ‘I mean what I mean,’ ſays Honour. ‘Don’t you remember putting your Hands in my Lady’s Muff once? I vow I could almoſt find in my Heart to tell, if I was certain my Lady would never come to the Hearing on’t.’—Jones then made ſeveral ſolemn Proteſtations. And Honour proceeded—‘then, to be ſure, my Lady gave me that muff; and afterwards, upon hearing what you had done—’ ‘Then you told her what I had done!’ interrupted Jones. ‘If I did, Sir,’ anſwered ſhe, ‘you need not be angry with me. Many’s the Man would have given his Head to have had my Lady told, if they had known—for, to be ſure, the biggeſt Lord in the Land might be proud—but, I proteſt, I have a great Mind not to tell you. Jones fell to Entreaties, and ſoon prevailed on her to go on thus. ‘You muſt know then, Sir,‘that
