Part 2 (2/2)

Amy made him a curtsey, and the poor girl looked so confounded with joy that she could not speak, but her colour came and went, and every now and then she blushed as red as scarlet, and the next minute looked as pale as death. Well, having said this, he sat down, made me sit down, and then drank to me, and made me drink two gla.s.ses of wine together; ”For,” says he, ”you have need of it;” and so indeed I had. When he had done so, ”Come, Amy,” says he, ”with your mistress's leave, you shall have a gla.s.s too.” So he made her drink two gla.s.ses also; and then rising up, ”And now, Amy,” says he, ”go and get dinner; and you, madam,”

says he to me, ”go up and dress you, and come down and smile and be merry;” adding, ”I'll make you easy if I can;” and in the meantime, he said, he would walk in the garden.

When he was gone, Amy changed her countenance indeed, and looked as merry as ever she did in her life. ”Dear madam,” says she, ”what does this gentleman mean?” ”Nay, Amy,” said I, ”he means to do us good, you see, don't he? I know no other meaning he can have, for he can get nothing by me.” ”I warrant you, madam,” says she, ”he'll ask you a favour by-and-by.” ”No, no, you are mistaken, Amy, I dare say,” said I; ”you have heard what he said, didn't you?” ”Ay,” says Amy, ”it's no matter for that, you shall see what he will do after dinner.” ”Well, well, Amy,” says I, ”you have hard thoughts of him. I cannot be of your opinion: I don't see anything in him yet that looks like it.” ”As to that, madam,” says Amy, ”I don't see anything of it yet neither; but what should move a gentleman to take pity of us as he does?” ”Nay,” says I, ”that's a hard thing too, that we should judge a man to be wicked because he's charitable, and vicious because he's kind.” ”Oh, madam,”

says Amy, ”there's abundance of charity begins in that vice; and he is not so unacquainted with things as not to know that poverty is the strongest incentive--a temptation against which no virtue is powerful enough to stand out. He knows your condition as well as you do.” ”Well, and what then?” ”Why, then, he knows too that you are young and handsome, and he has the surest bait in the world to take you with.”

”Well, Amy,” said I, ”but he may find himself mistaken too in such a thing as that.” ”Why, madam,” says Amy, ”I hope you won't deny him if he should offer it.”

”What d'ye mean by that, hussy?” said I. ”No, I'd starve first.”

”I hope not, madam, I hope you would be wiser; I'm sure if he will set you up, as he talks of, you ought to deny him nothing; and you will starve if you do not consent, that's certain.”

”What! consent to lie with him for bread? Amy,” said I, ”how can you talk so!”

”Nay, madam,” says Amy, ”I don't think you would for anything else; it would not be lawful for anything else, but for bread, madam; why, n.o.body can starve, there's no bearing that, I'm sure.”

”Ay,” says I, ”but if he would give me an estate to live on, he should not lie with me, I a.s.sure you.”

”Why, look you, madam; if he would but give you enough to live easy upon, he should lie with me for it with all my heart.”

”That's a token, Amy, of inimitable kindness to me,” said I, ”and I know how to value it; but there's more friends.h.i.+p than honesty in it, Amy.”

”Oh, madam,” says Amy, ”I'd do anything to get you out of this sad condition; as to honesty, I think honesty is out of the question when starving is the case. Are not we almost starved to death?”

”I am indeed,” said I, ”and thou art for my sake; but to be a wh.o.r.e, Amy!” and there I stopped.

”Dear madam,” says Amy, ”if I will starve for your sake, I will be a wh.o.r.e or anything for your sake; why, I would die for you if I were put to it.”

”Why, that's an excess of affection, Amy,” said I, ”I never met with before; I wish I may be ever in condition to make you some returns suitable. But, however, Amy, you shall not be a wh.o.r.e to him, to oblige him to be kind to me; no, Amy, nor I won't be a wh.o.r.e to him, if he would give me much more than he is able to give me or do for me.”

”Why, madam,” says Amy, ”I don't say I will go and ask him; but I say, if he should promise to do so and so for you, and the condition was such that he would not serve you unless I would let him lie with me, he should lie with me as often as he would, rather than you should not have his a.s.sistance. But this is but talk, madam; I don't see any need of such discourse, and you are of opinion that there will be no need of it.”

”Indeed so I am, Amy; but,” said I, ”if there was, I tell you again, I'd die before I would consent, or before you should consent for my sake.”

Hitherto I had not only preserved the virtue itself, but the virtuous inclination and resolution; and had I kept myself there I had been happy, though I had perished of mere hunger; for, without question, a woman ought rather to die than to prost.i.tute her virtue and honour, let the temptation be what it will.

But to return to my story; he walked about the garden, which was, indeed, all in disorder, and overrun with weeds, because I had not been able to hire a gardener to do anything to it, no, not so much as to dig up ground enough to sow a few turnips and carrots for family use. After he had viewed it, he came in, and sent Amy to fetch a poor man, a gardener, that used to help our man-servant, and carried him into the garden, and ordered him to do several things in it, to put it into a little order; and this took him up near an hour.

By this time I had dressed me as well as I could; for though I had good linen left still, yet I had but a poor head-dress, and no knots, but old fragments; no necklace, no earrings; all those things were gone long ago for mere bread.

However, I was tight and clean, and in better plight than he had seen me in a great while, and he looked extremely pleased to see me so; for, he said, I looked so disconsolate and so afflicted before, that it grieved him to see me; and he bade me pluck up a good heart, for he hoped to put me in a condition to live in the world, and be beholden to n.o.body.

I told him that was impossible, for I must be beholden to him for it, for all the friends I had in the world would not or could not do so much for me as that he spoke of ”Well, widow,” says he (so he called me, and so indeed I was in the worst sense that desolate word could be used in), ”if you are beholden to me, you shall be beholden to n.o.body else.”

By this time dinner was ready, and Amy came in to lay the cloth, and indeed it was happy there was none to dine but he and I, for I had but six plates left in the house, and but two dishes; however, he knew how things were, and bade me make no scruple about bringing out what I had.

He hoped to see me in a better plight. He did not come, he said, to be entertained, but to entertain me, and comfort and encourage me. Thus he went on, speaking so cheerfully to me, and such cheerful things, that it was a cordial to my very soul to hear him speak.

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