Haria was formerly young and pretty. She had had lovers of her own rank, but they all disappear’d even sooner than her charms. By way of comforting herself for this desertion, she gave into a whimsical sort of pomp, and her footmen were the handsomest fellows in Banza. She grew older and older, and years threw her into economy: she restrained herself to four dogs and two Bramins, and became a model of edification. And surely the most envenom’d satyr could find no room to carp at this management; and for above ten years Haria was in peaceful possession of a high reputation of virtue, and of those animals. Nay, her tenderness for the pug-dogs was so well known, that the Bramins were no longer suspected of sharing it.