The old Lady came down in the height of it, and to stop it, told them the Discourse she had had with me, and how I answer'd, that there was nothing between Mr. Robert and I.

She's wrong there, says Robin, for if there was not a great deal between us, we should be closer together than we are: I told her I Love'd her hugely, says he, but I could never make the Jade believe I was in Earnest; I do not know how you should, says his Mother, no body in their Senses could believe you were in Earnest, to Talk so to a poor Girl, whose Circumstances you know so well.

But Prithee Son adds she, since you tell us you could not make her believe you were in Earnest, what must we believe about it? for you ramble so in your Discourse, that no body knows whether you are in Earnest or in Jest; But as I find the Girl by your own Confession has answer'd truly, I wish you would do so too, and tell me seriously, so that I may depend upon it; Is there any thing in it or no? Are you in Earnest or no? Are you Distracted indeed, or are you not? 'Tis a weighty Question, I wish you would make us easy about it.

By my Faith Madam says Robin, 'tis in vain to mince the Matter, or tell any more Lyes about it, I am in Earnest, as much as a Man is, that's going to be Hang'd. If Mrs. Betty would say she Lov'd me, and that she would Marry me, I'd have her to-morrow Morning fasting; and say, To have, and to hold, instead of eating my Breakfast.

Well, says the Mother, Then there's one Son lost; and she said it in a very mournful Tone, as one greatly concern'd at it. I hope not Madam, says Robin, no Man is lost, when a good Wife has found him. Why but Child, says the old Lady, she is a Beggar. Why then Madam, she has the more need of Charity says Robin; I'll take her off the hands of the Parish, and she and I'll Beg together. It's bad Jesting with such things, says the Mother. I don't Jest Madam, says Robin: We'll come and beg your Pardon, Madam; and your Blessing, Madam, and my Father's. This is all out of the way Son, says the Mothe, if you are in Earnest you are Undone. I am afraid not, says he, for I am really afraid she won't have me, after all my Sister's huffing, I believe I shall never be able to persuade her to it.

That's a fine Tale indeed, she is not so far gone neither, Mrs. Betty is no Fool, says the youngest Sister, do you think she has learn'd to say NO, any more than other People? No, Mrs. Mirth-Wit, says Robin, Mrs. Betty's no Fool, but Mrs. Betty may be engaged some other way, And what then? Nay, says the eldest sister, we can say nothing to that, Who must it be to then? She is never out of the Doors, it must be between you. I have nothing to say to that, says Robin, I have been examined enough, there's my Brother, if it must be between us, go to work with him.

This stung the elder Brother to the Quick, and he concluded that Robin had discover'd something; However, he kept himself from appearing disturb'd; Prithee, says he, Don't go to sham your Stories off upon me, I tell you, I deal in no such Ware, I have nothing to say to no Mrs. Betty's in the Parish; and with that he rose up, and brush 'd off. No, says the eldest Sister, I dare answer for my Brother, he knows the World better.

Thus the Discourse ended; but it left the eldest Brother quite confounded: He concluded his Brother had made a full Discovery, and he began to doubt, whether I had been concern'd in it, or not; but with all his Management, he could not bring it about to get at me; at last he was so perplex'd, that he was quite Desperate, and resolv'd he would see me whatever came of it: In order to this, he contriv'd it so, that one Day after Dinner, watching his eldest Sister, till he could see her go up Stairs, he runs after her, Hark ye Sister, says he, Where is this sick Woman? may not a Body see her? Yes, says the Sister, I believe you may, but let me go in first a little, and I'll tell you; so she run up to the Door, and gave me Notice, and presently call'd to him again: Brother, says she, you may come in if you please; so in he came, just in the same kind of Rant: Well, says he, at the Door, as he came in, Where's this sick Body that's in Love? How do ye do Mrs. Betty? I would have got up out of my Chair, but was so weak I could not for a good while; and he saw it, and his Sister too, and she said, Come do not strive to stand up, my Brother desires no Ceremony, especially, now you are so Weak. No, no, Mrs. Betty, Pray sit still, says he, and so sits himself down in a Chair over against me, and appear'd as if he was mighty Merry.

He talk'd a deal of rambling Stuff to his Sister, and to me, sometimes of one thing, sometimes another, on purpose to amuse her, and every now and then would turn it upon the old Story: Poor Mrs. Betty, says he, It is a sad thing to be in Love, why it has reduced you sadly; at last I spoke a little, I am glad to see you so merry, Sir, says I, but I think the Doctor might have found something better to do, than to make his Game of his Patients: If I had been Ill of no other Distemper, I know the Proverb too well to have let him come to me: What Proverb? says he:

What,

 

»Where Love is the Case,

The Doctor's an Ass.«

 

Is that not it Mrs. Betty! I smil'd, and said nothing: Nay, says he, I think the Effect has prov'd it to be Love; for it seems the Doctor has done you little Service, you mend very slowly, they say, I doubt there's somewhat in it, Mrs. Betty, I doubt you are sick of the Incurables. I smil'd and said, No, indeed Sir, that's none of my Distemper.

We had a deal of such Discourse, and sometimes others that signified as little; by and by he ask'd me to sing them a Song; at which I smil'd, and said, my singing Days were over: At last he ask'd me, if he should Play upon his Flute to me; his Sister said she believ'd my Head could not bear it; I bow'd and said, Pray Madam do not hinder it, I love the Flute very much; then his Sister said, well do then Brother; with that he pull'd out the Key of his Closet; Dear Sister, says he, I am very Lazy, do step and fetch my Flute, it lies in such a Drawer, naming a Place where he was sure it was not, that she might be a little while a looking for it.

As soon as she was gone, he related the whole Story to me of the Discourse his Brother had about me, and his concern about it, which was the Reason of his contriving this Visit. I assured him, I had never opened my Mouth, either to his Brother, or to any Body else: I told him the dreadful Exigence I was in; that my Love to him, and his offering to have me forget that Affection, and remove it to another, had thrown me down; and that I had a Thousand times wish'd I might Dye, rather than Recover, and to have the same Circumstances to struggle with as I had before: I added, that I foresaw, that as soon as I was well, I must quit the Family, and that as for marrying his Brother, I abhor'd the thoughts of it, after what had been my Case with him, and that he might depend upon it, I would never see his Brother again upon that Subject: That if he would break all his Vows and Oaths, and Engagements with me, be that between his Conscience and himself: But he should never be able to say, that I who he had perswaded to call my self his Wife, and who had given him the Liberty to use me as a Wife, was not as Faithful to him as a Wife ought to be, whatever he might be to me.

He was going to reply, and had said, That he was sorry I could not be perswaded, and was a going to say more, but he heard his Sister a coming, and so did I; and yet I forced out these few Words as a reply, That I could never be perswaded to Love one Brother and Marry the other: He shook his Head, and said, Then I am ruin'd, meaning himself; and that Moment his Sister enter'd the Room, and told him she could not find the Flute: Well says he merrily, This Laziness won't do, so he gets up and goes himself to look for it, but comes back without it too, not but that he could have found it, but he had no mind to Play; and, besides, the Errand he sent his Sister on was answer'd another way; for he only wanted to speak to me, which he had done, tho' not much to his Satisfaction.

I had however a great deal of Satisfaction in having spoken my Mind to him in Freedom, and with such an honest Plainness, as I have related; and tho' it did not at all work the way I desired, that is to say, to oblige the Person to me the more; yet it took from him all Possibility of quitting me, but by a down right breach of Honour, and giving up all the Faith of a Gentleman which he had so often engaged by, never to abandon me, but to make me his Wife as soon as he came to his Estate.

It was not many Weeks after this, before I was about the House again, and began to grow well; but I continued Melancholly and Retir'd, which amaz'd the whole Family, except he that knew the Reason of it; yet it was a great while before he took any Notice of it, and I, as backward to speak as he, carried as respectfully to him, but never offer'd to speak a Word that was Particular of any kind whatsoever; and this continued for Sixteen or Seventeen Weeks; so that as I expected every Day to be dismiss'd the Family, on Account of what Distaste they had taken another way, in which I had no Guilt, I expected to hear no more of this Gentleman, after all his solemn Vows, but to be ruin'd and abandon'd.

At last I broke the way my self in the Family, for my Removing; for being talking seriously with the old Lady one Day, about my own Circumstances, and how my Distemper had left a Heaviness upon my Spirits; The old Lady said, I am afraid Betty, what I have said to you about my Son, has had some Influence upon you, and that you are Melancholly on his Account; Pray will you let me know how the Matter stands with you both? If it may not be improper, for as for Robin, he does nothing but Rally and Banter when I speak of it to him; Why truly madam, said I, that Matter stands as I wish it did not, and I shall be very Sincere with you in it, whatever befalls me. Mr. Robert has several times propos'd Marriage to me, which is what I had no Reason to expect, my poor Circumstances consider'd; but I have always resisted him, and that perhaps in Terms more possitive than became me, considering the Regard that I ought to have for every Branch of your Family: But, said I, Madam, I could never so far forget my Obligations to you, and all your House, to offer to Consent to a Thing which I knew must needs be Disobliging to you, and have possitively told him that I would never entertain a Thought of that kind, unless I had your Consent, and his Father's also, to whom I was bound by so many invincible Obligations.

And is this possible, Mrs. Betty, says the Old Lady? Then you have been much Juster to us than we have been to you; for we have all look'd upon you as a kind of a Snare to my Son; and I had a Proposal to make you, for your Removing for fear of it; but I had not yet mention'd it to you, because I was afraid of grieving you too much, least it should throw you down again, for we have a Respect for you still, tho' not so much as to have it be the Ruin of my Son; but if it be as you say, we have all wrong'd you very much.

As to the Truth of what I say, Madam, said I, I refer to your Son himself, if he will do me any Justice, he must tell you the Story just as I have told it.

Away goes the Old Lady to her Daughters, and tells them the whole Story, just as I had told it her, and they were surpris'd at it, you may be sure, as I believ'd they would be; one said she could never have thought it, another said Robin was a Fool; a Third said, she would not believe a Word of it, and she would warrant that Robin would tell the Story another way; but the old Lady, who was resolv'd to go to the bottom of it, before I could have the least Opportunity of acquainting her Son with what had pass'd, resolv'd too, that she would talk with her Son immediately, and to that purpose sent for him, for he was gone but to a Lawyer's House in the Town, and upon her sending he returned immediately.

Upon his coming up to them, for they were all together, Sit down Robin, says the old Lady, I must have some talk with you; with all my Heart, Madam, says Robin, looking very Merry, I hope it is about a good Wife, for I am at a great Loss in that Affair: How can that be, says his Mother, did you not say you resolv'd to have Mrs. Betty? Ay Madam, says Robin, but there is one that has forbid the Banns: Forbid the Banns, who can that be? Even Mrs.