She took the glass, and said, God forgive you, wicked wretch, for your
usage of me this day!--This is a little as it used to be!--I once had
your love;--and now it is changed; and for whom? that vexes me! And wept
so, she was forced to set down the glass.
You don't do well, said he. You neither treat me like your brother nor a
gentleman; and if you would suffer me, I would love you as well as ever.
--But for a woman of sense and understanding, and a fine-bred woman, as I
once thought my sister, you act quite a childish part. Come, added he,
and held the glass to her lips, let your brother, that you once loved,
prevail on you to drink this glass of wine.--She then drank it. He
kissed her, and said, Oh! how passion deforms the noblest minds! You
have lost a good deal of that loveliness that used to adorn my sister.
And let me persuade you to compose yourself, and be my sister again!--For
Lady Davers is, indeed, a fine woman; and has a presence as majestic for
a lady, as her dear brother has for a gentleman.
He then sat down between us again, and said, when the second course came
in, Let Abraham come in and wait. I touched his toe again; but he minded
it not; and I saw he was right; for her ladyship began to recollect
herself, and did not behave half so ill before the servants, as she had
done; and helped herself with some little freedom; but she could not
forbear a strong sigh and a sob now and then.
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