They now sat down, and the doctor very gallantly desired Amelia to call for what she liked. Upon which the children were supplied with cakes, and some ham and chicken were provided for the rest of the company; with which while they were regaling themselves with the highest satisfaction, two young fellows walking arm-in-arm, came up, and when they came opposite to Amelia they stood still, staring Amelia full in the face, and one of them cried aloud to the other, “D--n me, my lord, if she is not an angel!”--My lord stood still, staring likewise at her, without speaking a word; when two others of the same gang came up, and one of them cried, “Come along, Jack, I have seen her before; but she is too well manned already. Three----are enough for one woman, or the devil is in it!” “D--n me,” says he that spoke first, and whom they called Jack, “I will have a brush at her if she belonged to the whole convocation.” And so saying, he went up to the young clergyman, and cried, “Doctor, sit up a little, if you please, and don’t take up more room in a bed than belongs to you.” At which words he gave the young man a push, and seated himself down directly over against Amelia, and, leaning both his elbows on the table, he fixed his eyes on her in a manner with which modesty can neither look nor bear to be looked at. Amelia seemed greatly shocked at this treatment; upon which the doctor removed her within him, and then, facing the gentleman, asked him what he meant by this rude behaviour?--Upon which my lord stept up and said, “Don’t be impertinent, old gentleman. Do you think such fellows as you are to keep, d--n me, such fine wenches, d--n me, to yourselves, d--n me?” “No, no,” cries Jack, “the old gentleman is more reasonable. Here’s the fellow that eats up the tithe-pig. Don’t you see how his mouth waters at her? Where’s your slabbering bib?” For, though the gentleman had rightly guessed he was a clergyman, yet he had not any of those insignia on with which it would have been improper to have appeared there. “Such boys as you,” cries the young clergyman, “ought to be well whipped at school, instead of being suffered to become nuisances in society.” “Boys, sir!” says Jack; “I believe I am as good a man as yourself, Mr.----, and as good a scholar too. _Bos fur sus quotque sacerdos_. Tell me what’s next. D--n me, I’ll hold you fifty pounds you don’t tell me what’s next.” “You have him, Jack,” cries my lord. “It is over with him, d--n me! he can’t strike another blow.” “If I had you in a proper place,” cries the clergyman, “you should find I would strike a blow, and a pretty hard one too.” “There,” cries my lord, “there is the meekness of the clergyman--there spoke the wolf in sheep’s clothing. D--n me, how big he looks! You must be civil to him, faith! or else he will burst with pride.” “Ay, ay,” cries Jack, “let the clergy alone for pride; there’s not a lord in the kingdom now hath half the pride of that fellow.”