Why Madam, says I, we Men, as you are pleas’d to term it, if we meet with good Wives worship them, and make Idols of them, what would you have more of us?
No, no, says she, before you have them they are Angels, but when you have been in Heaven, adds she and smil’d, then they are Devils.
Why Madam, says I, Devils are Angels, you know, and were the highest Sort of Angels once.
Yes, says she, very smartly, all Devils are Angels, but all Angels are not Devils.
But Madam, says I, you should never take it ill to be call’d Devil, you know.
I know, says she, hastily, what d’ye mean by that?
Why Madam, says I, and look’d very gravely and serious, I thought you had known that I knew it, or else I would not have said so, for I would not offend you; but you may depend I shall never discover it, unless you order me to do so for your particular Service.
Upon this she look’d hard and wild, and bid me explain my self.
I told her, I was ready to explain my self, if she would give me her Word, she would not resent it, and would take nothing ill.
She gave me her word solemnly she would not, tho’ like a true Devil she broke her Promise with me all at once.