But it is with Jealouſy, as with the Gout. When ſuch Diſtempers are in the Blood, there is never any Security againſt their breaking out; and that often on the ſlighteſt Occaſions, and when leaſt ſuſpected.
Thus it happened to Mrs, Partridge, who had ſubmitted four Years to her Huſband’s teaching this young Woman, and had ſuffered her often to neglect her Work, in order to purſue her Learning. For paſſing by one Day, as the Girl was reading, and her Maſter leaning over her, the Girl, I know not for what Reaſon, ſuddenly ſtarted up from her Chair; and this was the firſt Time that Suſpicion ever entered into the Head of her Miſtreſs.
This did not, however, at that Time, diſcover itſelf, but lay lurking in her Mind, like a concealed Enemy, who waits for a Reinforcement of additional Strength, before he openly declares himſelf, and proceeds upon hoſtile Operations; and ſuch additional Strength ſoon arrived to corroborate her Suſpicion: For not long after, the Huſband and Wife being at Dinner, the Maſter ſaid to his Maid, Da mihi aliquid Potum; upon which the poor Girl ſmiled,perhaps
