I must beg leave, before I finish this chapter, to enter a caveat in the breast of my fair reader;and
it is this,Not to take it absolutely for granted, from an unguarded word or two which I have droppd
in it,That I am a married man.I own, the tender appellation of my dear, dear Jenny, with some
other strokes of conjugal knowledge, interspersed here and there, might, naturally enough, have misled
the most candid judge in the world into such a determination against me.All I plead for, in this case,
Madam, is strict justice, and that you do so much of it, to me as well as to yourself,as not to prejudge,
or receive such an impression of me, till you have better evidence, than, I am positive, at present can
be produced against me.Not that I can be so vain or unreasonable, Madam, as to desire you should
therefore think, that my dear, dear Jenny is my kept mistress; no,that would be flattering my character
in the other extreme, and giving it an air of freedom, which, perhaps, it has no kind of right to. All I contend
for, is the utter impossibility, for some volumes, that you, or the most penetrating spirit upon earth, should
know how this matter really stands.It is not impossible, but that my dear, dear Jenny! tender as the
appellation is, may be my child.Consider,I was born in the year eighteen.Nor is there any thing
unnatural or extravagant in the supposition, that my dear Jenny may be my friend.Friend!My friend.
Surely, Madam, a friendship between the two sexes may subsist, and be supported withoutFy! Mr
Shandy:Without any thing, Madam, but that tender and delicious sentiment which ever mixes in friendship,
where there is a difference of sex. Let me intreat you to study the pure and sentimental parts of the
best French Romances;it will really, Madam, astonish you to see with what a variety of chaste expressions
this delicious sentiment, which I have the honour to speak of, is dressd out.