I thought, said he, when I came down, you should have sat at table with
me, when I had not company; but when I find you cannot forget your
original, but must prefer my menials to me, I call you down to wait on me
while I sup, that I may have some talk with you, and throw away as little
time as possible upon you.
Sir, said I, you do me honour to wait upon you:--And I never shall, I
hope, forget my original. But I was forced to stand behind his chair,
that I might hold by it. Fill me, said he, a glass of that Burgundy. I
went to do it, but my hand shook so, that I could not hold the plate with
the glass in it, and spilt some of the wine. So Mrs. Jewkes poured it
for me, and I carried it as well as I could; and made a low courtesy. He
took it, and said, Stand behind me, out of my sight!
Why, Mrs. Jewkes, said he, you tell me she remains very sullen still, and
eats nothing. No, said she, not so much as will keep life and soul
together.--And is always crying, you say, too? Yes, sir, answered she, I
think she is, for one thing or another. Ay, said he, your young wenches
will feed upon their tears; and their obstinacy will serve them for meat
and drink. I think I never saw her look better though, in my life!--But,
I suppose, she lives upon love.
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