WILLIAM.
LETTER XXXI.
William to his Mother.
Yesterday, when we returned home, we found Charles in the parlour waiting for us, and ready to receive his father and mother, who soon after arrived. He forgot the pain in his leg, and ran eagerly to meet them; indeed he loves his parents. We were this night to sup with Sir Charles and his Lady, a pleasure we do not often enjoy, as we go to bed early: they retired to settle some business, and we were left alone together while the cloth was laying. Emilia was just going to play us a tune, when we heard some china fall.
EDWARD.
Ha! there it’s broke; what clumsy asses those are.
CHARLES.
But, Edward, do not find fault so hastily; you do not know yet what it is, nor how it has happened. The name of ass suits not a man.
EDWARD.
I know it is in pieces; servants use things as if they cost nothing.
CHARLES.