From the same.

Containing the Description of the Behaviour of the same Gentleman; which occasions a Love-quarrel.

Honoured Aunt,

I hope, the Suspense I gave you by my abrupt breaking off in my last, will be forgiven. I was going to give you an Instance of Mr. Rushford's grave Airs. He comes last Thursday with great Formality, and calls himself my humble Servant; and I saw he was pleased to be displeased at something, and so look’d as grave as he, only bowing my Head, and following my Work; for I was hemming a Handkerchief. You are very busy, Madam1— Yes, Sir——Perhaps I break in upon you——Not much, Sir——I am sorry if I do at all, Madam——You see I am pursuing my Work, as I was before you came.——I do, Madam!—very gravely, said he—But I have known it otherwise, when Somebody else has been here——Very likely, Sir!—But then I did as I pleased—so I do now—and who shall controul me?——I beg pardon, Madam; but ‘tis my Value for you——That makes you troublesome, said I, interrupting him.———I am sorry for it, Madam!——Your humble Servant.——Yours, Sir.—So away he went.—Well, thought I, if thou art to be lost for this, and must put me into bodily Fear, every time thou hast a Mind to be grave, Adieu to thee!

In the Evening he comes again——Mrs. Betty, Is your Lady disingaged? Could I be admitted to say one Word to her? I believe so, Sir. Madam, Mr. Rushford begs to be admitted to say one Word to you. He was at the Door, and heard me, as I know. Do you introduce him, said I, (with as much Form as he) to my Presence. He enter’d. I rose up, with my Hands before me——I see you are angry with me, Madam.——I am sorry for it, Sir, said I. Sorry for your Anger, I hope, Madam?—I should be sorry, Sir, said I, if any body should see me angry for nothing.——I am sorry, Madam, that you set as nothing one that has so much Value for you.