She came but yesterday, Sir--

I believe I just now saw the glimpse of her. She seems to be an elderly

lady.

No, Sir! you're mistaken. She's a young lady; and one of the handsomest

I ever saw.

Cot so, I beg her pardon! Not but that I should have liked her the

better, were she to stay longer, if she had been elderly. I have a

strange taste, Madam, you'll say; but I really, for my wife's sake, love

every elderly woman. Indeed I ever thought age was to be reverenced,

which made me (taking the fortune into the scale too, that I own) make my

addresses to my present dear.

Very good of you, Sir, to respect age: we all hope to live to be old.

Right, Madam.--But you say the lady is beautiful. Now you must know,

that though I choose to converse with the elderly, yet I love to see a

beautiful young woman, just as I love to see fine flowers in a garden.

There's no casting an eye upon her, is there, without her notice? For in

this dress, and thus muffled up about my jaws, I should not care to be

seen any more than she, let her love privacy as much as she will.

I will go and ask if I may show a gentleman the apartment, Sir; and, as

you are a married gentleman, and not over young, she'll perhaps make the

less scruple.

Then, like me, she loves elderly folks best perhaps. But it may be she

has suffered by young ones.

I fancy she has, Sir, or is afraid she shall. She desired to be very

private; and if by description inquired after, to be denied.

Thou art a true woman, goody Moore, thought I.

Good lack--good lack!--What may be her story then, I pray?

She is pretty reserved in her story: but, to tell you my thoughts, I

believe love is in the case: she is always in tears, and does not much

care for company.

Nay, Madam, it becomes not me to dive into ladies' secrets; I want not to

pry into other people's affairs. But, pray, how does she employ

herself?--Yet she came but yesterday; so you can't tell.

Writing continually, Sir.

These women, Jack, when you ask them questions by way of information,

don't care to be ignorant of any thing.

Nay, excuse me, Madam, I am very far from being an inquisitive man. But

if her case be difficult, and not merely love, as she is a friend of

your's, I would give her my advice.

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