Dessein, in their own sensations — I'm persuaded, to a man who feels for others as well as for himself, every rainy night, disguise it as you will, must cast a damp upon your spirits -You suffer, Mons. Dessein, as much as the machine

I have always observed, when there is as much sour as sweet in a compliment, that an Englishman is eternally at a loss within himself, whether to take it or let it alone: a Frenchman never is: Mons. Dessein made me a bow.

C'est bien vrai, said he - But in this case I should only exchange one disquietude for another, and with loss: figure to yourself, my dear Sir, that in giving you a chaise which would fall to pieces before you had got half way to Paris-figure to yourself how much I should suffer, in giving an ill impression of myself to a man of honour, and lying at the mercy, as I must do, d'un homme d'esprit.

The dose was made up exactly after my own prescription; so I could not help taking it and returning Mons. Dessein his bow, without more casuistry we walk'd together towards his Rémise, to take a view of his magazine of chaises.

In the Street-Calais

T must needs be a hostile kind of a world, when the buyer (if it be but of a sorry post-chaise) cannot go forth with the seller thereof into the street, to terminate the difference betwixt them, but he instantly falls into the same frame of mind, and views his conventionist with the same sort of eye, as if he was going along with him to Hyde-park-corner to fight a duel. For my own part, being but a poor swordsman, and no way a match for Monsieur Dessein, I felt the rotation of all the movements within me, to which the situation is incident-I looked at Monsieur Dessein through and through-eyed him as he walk'd along in profile then, en face thought he look'd like a Jew-then a Turk - disliked his wig-cursed him by my gods

wished him at the devil

And is all this to be lighted up in the heart for a beggarly account of three or four louis d'ors, which is the most I can be overreach'd in? Base passion! said I, turning myself about, as a man naturally does upon a sudden reverse of sentiment-base ungentle passion! thy hand is against every man, and

Heaven

every man's hand against thee forbid! said she, raising her hand up to her forehead, for I had turned full in front upon the lady whom I had seen in conference with the monk she had followed us unperceived Heaven forbid, indeed! said I, offering her my own she had a black pair of silk gloves, open only at the thumb and two fore-fingers, so accepted it without reserve-and I led her up to the door of the Rémise.

Monsieur Dessein had diabled the key above fifty times, before he found out he had come with a wrong one in his hand: we were as impatient as himself to have it open'd; and so attentive to the obstacle, that I continued holding her hand almost without knowing it: so that Monsieur Dessein left us together, with her hand in mine, and with our faces turned towards the door of the Rémise, and said he would be back in five minutes.

Now a colloquy of five minutes, in such a situation, is worth one of as many ages, with your faces turned towards the street: in the latter case, 't is drawn from the objects and occurrences without when your eyes are fixed upon a dead blank-you draw purely from yourselves. A silence of a single moment upon Mons. Dessein's leaving us, had been fatal to

the situation—she had infallibly turned about - so I begun the conversation instantly

-But what were the temptations (as I write not to apologise for the weaknesses of my heart in this tour, but to give an account of them) -shall be described with the same simplicity, with which I felt them.

CheRemise Door-Calais

W

HEN I told the reader that I did not care to get out of the Désobligeant, because I saw the monk in close conference with a lady just arrived at the inn

- I told him the whole truth; for I was full as much restrained by the appearance and figure of the lady he was talking to. Suspicion crossed my brain, and said, he was telling her what had passed; something jarred upon it within me I wished him at his convent.

When the heart flies out before the understanding, it saves the judgment a world of pains -I was certain she was of a better order of beings however, I thought no more of her, but went on and wrote my preface.

The impression returned upon my encounter with her in the street; a guarded frankness with which she gave me her hand, shewed, I

thought, her good education and her good sense; and as I led her on, I felt a pleasurable ductility about her, which spread a calmness over all my spirits

Good God! how a man might lead such a creature as this round the world with him!

I had not yet seen her face 't was not material; for the drawing was instantly set about, and long before we had got to the door of the Rémise, Fancy had finish'd the whole head, and pleased herself as much with its fitting her goddess, as if she had dived into the TIBER for it but thou art a seduced, and a seducing slut; and albeit thou cheatest us seven times a day with thy pictures, and images, yet with so many charms dost thou do it, and thou deckest out thy pictures in the shapes of so many angels of light, 't is a shame to break with thee.

When we had got to the door of the Rémise, she withdrew her hand from across her forehead, and let me see the original — it was a face of about six and twenty — of a clear transparent brown, simply set off without rouge or powder - it was not critically handsome, but there was that in it, which, in the frame of mind I was in, attached me much more to it- it was interest