that my Lady had given this Muff to me; but about a Day or two after I had told her the Story, ſhe quarrels with her new Muff, and to be ſure it is the prettieſt that ever was ſeen. “Honour,” ſays ſhe,—“this is an odious Muff;—it is too big for me,—I can’t wear it—till I can get another, you muſt let me have my old one again, and you may have this in the room on’t—” for ſhe’s a good Lady, and ſcorns to give a Thing and take a Thing, I promiſe you that. So to be ſure I fetched it her back again, and, I believe, ſhe hath worn it upon her Arm almoſt ever ſince, and I warrants hath given it many a Kiſs when nobody hath ſeen her.’
Here the Converſation was interrupted by Mr. Weſtern himſelf, who cam to ſummon Jones to the Harpſichord; whither the poor young Fellow went all pale and trembling. This Weſtern obſerved, but, on ſeeing Mrs. Honour, imputed it to a wrong Cauſe; and having given Jones a hearty Curſe between Jeſt and Earneſt, he bid him beat abroad, and not poach up the Game in his Warren.
Sophia looked this Evening with more than uſual Beauty, and we may believe it was no ſmall Addition to her Charms, inthe
