nd cried out, O my dearest
Angel, Curse on my passionate Temper, I have destroy'd her, I have
destroy'd her!----would she had spent my whole Estate rather than
this had happened. Speak to me, my Love, I will melt myself into Gold
for thy Pleasure. At last having pretty well tired my self with
counterfeiting, and imagining I had continu'd long enough for my
purpose in the sham Fit, I began to move my Eyes, to loosen my Teeth,
and to open my Hands, which Mr. _Booby_ no sooner perceived than he
embraced and kissed me with the eagerest Extacy, asked my Pardon on
his Knees for what I had suffered through his Folly and Perverseness,
and without more Questions fetched me the Money. I fancy I have
effectually prevented any farther Refusals or Inquiry into my
Expences. It would be hard indeed, that a Woman who marries a Man
only for his Money, should be debarred from spending it.

Well, after all things were quiet, we sat down to Breakfast, yet I
resolved not to smile once, nor to say one good-natured, or
good-humoured Word on any Account.

_Nothing can be more prudent in a Wife, than a sullen Backwardness to
Reconciliation; it makes a Husband fearful of offending by the Length
of his Punishment._

When we were drest, the Coach was by my Desire ordered for an Airing,
which we took in it. A long Silence prevailed on both Sides, tho' he
constantly squeezed my Hand, and kissed me, and used other
Familiarities, which I peevishly permitted. At last, I opened my
Mouth first.--And so, says I, you are sorry you are married;--Pray,
my Dear, says he, forget what I said in a Passion. Passion, says I,
is apter to discover our Thoughts than to teach us to counterfeit.
Well, says he, whether you will believe me or no, I solemnly vow, I
would not change thee for the richest Woman in the Universe. No, I
warrant you, says I; and yet you could refuse me a nasty hundred
Pound. At these very Words, I saw Mr. _Williams_ riding as fast as he
could across a Field; and I looked out, and saw a Lease of Greyhounds
coursing a Hare, which they presently killed, and I saw him alight,
and take it from them.

My Husband ordered _Robin_ to drive towards him, and looked horribly
out of humour, which I presently imputed to Jealousy. So I began with
him first; for that is the wisest way. La, Sir, says I; what makes
you look so Angry and Grim? Doth the Sight of Mr. _Williams_ give you
all this Uneasiness? I am sure, I would never have married a Woman of
whom