“The dreams he had formerly enjoyed were now changed for ideas of a very
different nature. He abjured all confidence in anything of human form;
sold his lands, which still produced him a very large reversion, came to
town, and immured himself, with a woman who had been his nurse, in little
better than a garret; and has ever since applied his talents to the
vilifying of his species. In one thing I must take the liberty to
instruct you; however different your sentiments may be (and different
they must be), you will suffer him to go on without contradiction;
otherwise, he will be silent immediately, and we shall not get a word
from him all the night after.” Harley promised to remember this
injunction, and accepted the invitation of his friend.
When they arrived at the house, they were informed that the gentleman was
come, and had been shown into the parlour. They found him sitting with a
daughter of his friend’s, about three years old, on his knee, whom he was
teaching the alphabet from a horn book: at a little distance stood a
sister of hers, some years older. “Get you away, miss,” said he to this
last; “you are a pert gossip, and I will have nothing to do with
you.”—“Nay,” answered she, “Nancy is your favourite; you are quite in
love with Nancy.”—“Take away that girl,” said he to her father, whom he
now observed to have entered the room; “she has woman about her already.”
The children were accordingly dismissed.
Betwixt that and supper-time he did not utter a syllable. When supper
came, he quarrelled with every dish at table, but eat of them all; only
exempting from his censures a salad, “which you have not spoiled,” said
he, “because you have not attempted to cook it.”
When the wine was set upon the table, he took from his pocket a
particular smoking apparatus, and filled his pipe, without taking any
more notice of Harley, or his friend, than if no such persons had been in
the room.
Harley could not help stealing a look of surprise at him; but his friend,
who knew his humour, returned it by annihilating his presence in the like
manner, and, leaving him to his own meditations, addressed himself
entirely to Harley.
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