I knew a woman that was so dexterous with a fellow, who indeed deserved no better usage, that while he was busy with her another way, conveyed his purse with twenty Guineas in it out of his fob-pocket, where he had put it for fear of her, and put another purse with gilded counters in it into the room of it. After he had done, he says to her, now han’t you pick’d my pocket? she jested with him, and told him she supposed he had not much to lose; he put his hand to his fob, and with his fingers felt that his purse was there, which fully satisfied him, and so she brought off his money. And this was a trade with her; she kept a sham gold watch, that is, a watch of silver gilt, and a purse of counters in her pocket to be ready on all such occasions, and I doubt not practiced it with success.
I came home with this last booty to my governess, and really when I told her the story, it so affected her that she was hardly able to forbear tears, to know how such a gentleman ran a daily risk of being undone every time a glass of wine got into his head.
But as to the purchase I got, and how entirely I stripped him, she told me it please her wonderfully. ‘Nay child,’ says she, ‘the usage may, for aught I know, do more to reform him than all the sermons that ever he will hear in his life.’ And if the remainder of the story be true, so it did.
I found the next day she was wonderful inquisitive about this gentleman; the description I had given her of him, his dress, his person, his face, everything concurred to make her think of a gentleman whose character she knew, and family too. She mused a while, and I going still on with the particulars, she starts up; says she, ‘I’ll lay 100 l I know the gentleman.’
‘I am sorry you do,’ says I, ‘for I would not have him exposed on any account in the world; he has had injury enough already by me, and I would not be instrumental to do him any more.’ ‘No, no,’ says she, ‘I will do him no injury, I assure you, but you may let me satisfy my curiosity a little, for if it is he, I warrant you I find it out.’ I was a little startled at that, and told her, with an apparent concern in my face, that by the same rule he might find me out, and then I was undone. She returned warmly, ‘Why, do you think I will betray you, child? No, no,’ says she, ‘not for all he is worth in the world. I have kept your counsel in worse things than these; sure you may trust me in this.’ So I said no more at that time.
She laid her scheme another way, and without acquainting me of it, but she was resolved to find it out if possible. So she goes to a certain friend of hers who was acquainted in the family that she guessed at, and told her friend she had some extraordinary business with such a gentleman (who, by the way, was no less than a baronet, and of a very good family), and that she knew not how to come at him without somebody to introduce her. Her friend promised her very readily to do it, and accordingly goes to the house to see if the gentleman was in town.
The next day she come to my governess and tells her that Sir—was at home, but that he had met with a disaster and was very ill, and there was no speaking with him. ‘What disaster?’ says my governess hastily, as if she was surprised at it. ‘Why,’ says her friend, ‘he had been at Hampstead to visit a gentleman of his acquaintance, and as he came back again he was set upon and robbed; and having got a little drink too, as they suppose, the rogues abused him, and he is very ill.’ ‘Robbed!’ says my governess, ‘and what did they take from him?’ ‘Why,’ says her friend, ‘they took his gold watch and his gold snuff- box, his fine periwig, and what money he had in his pocket, which was considerable, to be sure, for Sir—never goes without a purse of Guineas about him.’
‘Pshaw!’ says my old governess, jeering, ‘I warrant you he has got drunk now and got a whore, and she has picked his pocket, and so he comes home to his wife and tells her he has been robbed. That’s an old sham; a thousand such tricks are put upon the poor women every day.’
Fye, says her friend, ‘I find you don’t know Sir —; why he is a civil a gentleman, there is not a finer man, nor a soberer, graver modester person in the whole city; he abhors such things; there’s nobody that knows him will think such a thing of him.’ ‘Well, well,’ says my governess, ‘that’s none of my business; if it was, I warrant I should find there was something of that kind in it; your modest men in common opinion are