Description | More about misfortune. Does not now much wonder at the party his wife had made among the ladies at Hereford, although he was somewhat astonished at the first discoveries of it. But he has since perceived that the artifice was to expose her own wants and to affect appearing very patient under them in order to move compassion, which she succeeded in so well that many even of the poorer sort of women in the street were ready to give sentence against him as the worst of tyrants. The main colour which his wife made the most of was his denying her a new cloak, which indeed he believes he did and in something of a passion might express himself that there was no need of a cloak because "she made one of me". Will insist upon it that she shall be pleased no where but with Cousin Lloyd, Dre, and her good friends' approbation; hopes she may with grace live decently on her present allowance |