Eighth Trial of the Ring
The Vapors
There was a time, as we have seen, when the women dreaded the prating of their Toys, were stifled, and died away; but another succeeded, when they set themselves above this dread, threw away their muzzles, and had nothing beyond the vapors.
The favorite, among her attendants, had a very singular young lady. Her humour was charming, though uneven. She changed countenance ten times a day; but whatever face she put on, was pleasing. Unique in her melancholy, as well as in her gaiety, there slip’d from her, in her most extravagant moments, things of exquisite sense; and in her fits of sadness she uttered very diverting extravagances.