bore towards Molly, that, notwithſtanding ſhe had ſome Part of the Booty, ſhe would willingly have parted with this to ruin her Siſter, and ſpoil her Trade. Hence ſhe had acquainted Jones with her being above Stairs in Bed, in Hopes that he might have caught her in Square’s Arms. This, however, Molly found Means to prevent, as the Door was faſtned; which gave her an Opportunity of conveying her Lover behind that Rug or Blanket where he now was unhappily diſcovered.
Square no ſooner made his Appearance than Molly flung herſelf back in her Bed, cried out ſhe was undone, and abandoned herſelf to Deſpair. This poor Girl, who was yet but a Novice in her Buſineſs, had not arrived to that Perfection of Aſſurance which helps off a Town Lady in any Extremity; and either prompts her to Excuſe, or elſe inſpires her to brazen out the Matter with her Huſband; who from Love of Quiet, or out of Fear of his Reputation, and ſometimes, perhaps, from Fear of the Gallant, who, like Mr. Conſtant in the Play, wears a Sword, is glad to ſhut is Eyes, and contented to put his Horns in his Pocket: Molly, on the contrary, was ſilenced by this Evidence, and very fairlygave
