“Turcares returned notwithstanding, in a few days. He said he was excessively concerned that madam had taken him at a nonplus: he still reckon’d on her goodness. ‘Indeed you reckon ill, my dear,’ replied Manilla: ‘I cannot with decency receive you more. When you were in a condition to lend, the world knew why I admitted you: but now that you are good for nothing, you would blast my honour.’

“Turcares was piqued at this discourse, and so was I: for he was perhaps the best lad in Banza. He waved his usual politeness, and gave Manilla to understand, that she cost him more than three opera girls, who would have amused him better, ‘Alas!’ cried he most mournfully, ‘why did I not stick to my little milliner? She loved me to folly. I made her so happy with a silk gown.’ Manilla, who did not relish comparisons, interrupted him in a tone, enough to make one tremble, and bade him begone in an instant. Turcares knew her, and chose rather to return peaceably downstairs, than to leap through the window.