I remember a Falshood of the trivial Sort, tho' not in relation to Assignations, that exposed a Man to a very uneasie Adventure.
Will. Trap
and
Jack Stint
were Chamber-fellows in the
Inner-Temple
about 25 Years ago. They one Night sate in the Pit together at a Comedy, where they both observed and liked the same young Woman in the Boxes. Their Kindness for her entered both Hearts deeper than they imagined.
Stint
had a good Faculty at writing Letters of Love, and made his Address privately that way; while
Trap