“My Mistress Fannia,” continued the Toy, “through an inconceivable spirit of retirement, quitted the court, to shut her self up in her house at Banza. It was then the beginning of autumn, and everybody was out of town. And if you ask me what she did there; Faith, I can’t tell. But Fannia never did but one thing; and if she had been employ’d that way, I should have known it. Probably she was out of work: true, I now recollect, we spent a day and a half in perfect idleness, which threw us into a cruel fit of the vapors.

“I was heartsick of this sort of life, when Amisadar was so good to relieve us from it. ‘Ah! you are there, my poor Amisadar, indeed you give me great pleasure. You come to me very opportunely.’

“ ‘And who knew that you were at Banza?’ replied Amisadar.⁠—‘No body truly; and neither you nor anyone else will ever imagine what brought me hither. Don’t you guess at the cause?’

“ ‘No, really, I cannot comprehend it.’

“ ‘Not at all?’