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veral Questions, and that in such a manner, as his Patience would bear it no longer.
This want of Temper was perhaps her Felicity so far, as that she discovered no more to him, though she had discovered so much already, as made an irreconcileable Breach between them: And first, as he was exasperated to the highest Degree by what he had heard, and waked her in a kind of a Passion; he asked her, what she had been dreaming of?
She was not presently come to her self enough to recollect that it was all a Dream, so that she made him no Answer for a while; but he repeating the Question, it soon came into her Thoughts, that she had dreamed something not fit to tell him of; so she answered, she had dreamed of nothing; but he pressing her with the Question, she said. Did she Dream? why, if she did, she could not remember it. But what Confusion was she in, when she heard him tell her all the Particulars of her Dream, as fairly (almost) as if she had told them her self?
However, she insisted that she knew nothing of it, that if she did dream, nothing was more frequent than for People to dream, and forget what they dreamt of, and so might she; for that she knew nothing of it, at the same time little thinking, nay, not suspecting what had happened, (viz.) that she had been talking in her Sleep to her former Lover, with all possible Endearments, and had spoken to him of her Husband with the utmost Contempt; and she was confounded again to have her Husband repeat the very Words which she knew she had dreamed of.
But her Husband, whose Passion drove him beyond all Bounds, was not satisfied with up-braiding
