"Oh no," said I, "pray spare me!"
"You don't guess the Name of the last, then," says he with a roguish Air.
"Patty Honeywood," doubtless, said I.
"You're not so far out, then," says he, bursting out laughing.
"Hush, Tom! People will hear you...."
"Well, and what if they do?"
"Why, I shan't put much Faith in your Passion, if you talk and laugh so openly about it."
"Ah," says he, "perhaps I may feel as much as Fellows that are more affected."
Here we got shoved about a good deal by People coming into the Office. At length, the Horn began to blow and the Bell to clang over our Heads. Tom put me inside the Coach, within which was as yet only an old Lady in a red Cardinal. Then he stood on the Step, and kept talking to me through the Window. "Yes," says he, "the Letters P. H. are indelibly tattooed on me. Why won't you give a Fellow a little Encouragement to live upon while you're away?" Here he screwed up his Face into a very mysterious Expression, as much as to say, "The old Gentlewoman can't understand me," and the next Moment was showing his good white Teeth from Ear to Ear in a broad Smile.