as much like a gentleman as anybody. Coarse, quotha! I cant bear to hear the poor young fellow run
down neither; for I will say this, I never heard him say an ill word of anybody in his life. I am sure his
coarseness doth not lie in his heart, for he is the best-natured man in the world; and as for his skin, it is
no coarser than other peoples, I am sure. His bosom, when a boy, was as white as driven snow; and,
where it is not covered with hairs, is so still. Ifakins! if I was Mrs. Andrews, with a hundred a year, I
should not envy the best she who wears a head. A woman that could not be happy with such a man
ought never to be so; for if he cant make a woman happy, I never yet beheld the man who could. I say
again, I wish I was a great lady for his sake. I believe, when I had made a gentleman of him, hed behave
so that nobody should deprecate what I had done; and I fancy few would venture to tell him he was no
gentleman to his face, nor to mine neither. At which words, taking up the candles, she asked her mistress,
who had been some time in her bed, if she had any farther commands? who mildly answered, she had
none; and, telling her she was a comical creature, bid her good-night.