and the distemper to fight it out, only strengthening the first
with cordials to maintain the struggle. After the end of five
weeks I grew better, but was so weak, so altered, so melancholy,
and recovered so slowly, that they physicians apprehended I
should go into a consumption; and which vexed me most,
they gave it as their opinion that my mind was oppressed,
that something troubled me, and, in short, that I was in love.
Upon this, the whole house was set upon me to examine me,
and to press me to tell whether I was in love or not, and with
whom; but as I well might, I denied my being in love at all.
They had on this occasion a squabble one day about me at
table, that had like to have put the whole family in an uproar,
and for some time did so. They happened to be all at table but
the father; as for me, I was ill, and in my chamber. At the
beginning of the talk, which was just as they had finished
their dinner, the old gentlewoman, who had sent me somewhat
to eat, called her maid to go up and ask me if I would have any
more; but the maid brought down word I had not eaten half
what she had sent me already.
‘Alas, says the old lady, ‘that poor girl! I am afraid she will
never be well.’
‘Well!’ says the elder brother, ‘how should Mrs. Betty be well?
They say she is in love.’
‘I believe nothing of it,’ says the old gentlewoman.
‘I don’t know,’ says the eldest sister, ‘what to say to it;
they have made such a rout about her being so handsome, and
so charming, and I know not what, and that in her hearing too,
that has turned the creature’s head, I believe, and who knows
what possessions may follow such doings? For my part, I
don’t know what to make of it.’
‘Why, sister, you must acknowledge she is very handsome,’
says the elder brother.’
‘Ay, and a great deal handsomer than you, sister,’ says Robin,
‘and that’s your mortification.’
‘Well, well, that is not the question,’ says his sister; ‘that girl
is well enough, and she knows it well enough; she need not
be told of it to make her vain.’
‘We are not talking of her being vain,’ says the elder brother,
‘but of her being in love; it may be she is in love with herself;
it seems my sisters think so.’
‘I would she was in love with me,’ says Robin; ‘I’d quickly
put her out of her pain.’
‘What d’ye mean by that, son,’ says the old lady; ‘how can
you talk so?’
‘Why, madam,’ says Robin, again, very honestly, ‘do you
think I’d let the poor girl die for love, and of one that is near
at hand to be had, too?’
‘Fie, brother!’, says the second sister, ‘how can you talk so?
Would you take a creature that has not a groat in the world?’
‘Prithee, child,’ says Robin, ‘beauty’s a portion, and good-
humour with it is a double portion; I wish thou hadst half her
stock of both for thy portion.’ So there was her mouth stopped.
‘I find,’ says the eldest sister, ‘if Betty is not in love, my
brother is. I wonder he has not broke his mind to Betty; I
warrant she won’t say No.’
‘They that yield when they’re asked,’ says Robin, ‘are one
step before them that were never asked to yield, sister, and
two steps before them that yield before they are asked; and
that’s an answer to you, sister.’
This fired the sister, and she flew into a passion, and said,
things were some to that pass that it was time the wench,
meaning me, was out of the family; and but that she was not
fit to be turned out, she hoped her father and mother would
consider of it as soon as she could be removed.
Robin replied, that was business for the master and mistress
of the family, who where not to be taught by one that had so
little judgment as his eldest sister.