to Mrs. Catherine in his absence; and though the young woman never
diminished her coquetries, but, on the contrary, rather increased
them in his presence, it was still a kind of dismal satisfaction to
be miserable in her company.

On this occasion, the disconsolate lover could be wretched to his
heart's content; for Catherine had not a word or a look for him, but
bestowed all her smiles upon the handsome stranger who owned the
black horse. As for poor Tummas Bullock, his passion was never
violent; and he was content in the present instance to sigh and
drink beer. He sighed and drank, sighed and drank, and drank again,
until he had swallowed so much of the Corporal's liquor, as to be
induced to accept a guinea from his purse also; and found himself,
on returning to reason and sobriety, a soldier of Queen Anne's.

But oh! fancy the agonies of Mr. Hayes when, seated with the
Corporal's friends at one end of the kitchen, he saw the Captain at
the place of honour, and the smiles which the fair maid bestowed
upon him; when, as she lightly whisked past him with the Captain's
supper, she, pointing to the locket that once reposed on the breast
of the Dutch lady at the Brill, looked archly on Hayes and said,
"See, John, what his Lordship has given me;" and when John's face
became green and purple with rage and jealousy, Mrs. Catherine
laughed ten times louder, and cried "Coming, my Lord," in a voice of
shrill triumph, that bored through the soul of Mr. John Hayes and
left him gasping for breath.

On Catherine's other lover, Mr. Thomas, this coquetry had no effect:
he, and two comrades of his, had by this time quite fallen under the
spell of the Corporal; and hope, glory, strong beer, Prince Eugene,