 Jones with the Widow:
For he now approached the Age of Twenty-one, was really a fine young Fellow; and
that Lady, by her Encouragements to him, seemed daily more and more to think him
so.
    Allworthy was not, however, moved with their Malice. He declared himself
very well satisfied with what Jones had done. He said, the Perseverance and
Integrity of his Friendship was highly commendable, and he wished he could see
more frequent Instances of that Virtue.
    But Fortune, who seldom greatly relishes such Sparks as my Friend Tom,
perhaps because they do not pay more ardent Addresses to her, gave now a very
different Turn to all his Actions, and shewed them to Mr. Allworthy in a Light
far less agreeable than that Gentleman's Goodness had hitherto seen them in.
 

                                   Chapter VI

 An Apology for the Insensibility of Mr. Jones, to all the Charms of the lovely
Sophia; in which possibly we may, in a considerable Degree, lower his Character
 in the Estimation of those Men of Wit and Gallantry, who approve the Heroes in
                          most of our modern Comedies.
 
There are two Sorts of People, who I am afraid, have already conceived some
Contempt for my Heroe, on Account of his Behaviour to Sophia. The former of
these will blame his Prudence in neglecting an Opportunity to possess himself of
Mr. Western's Fortune; and the latter will no less despise him for his
Backwardness to so fine a Girl, who seemed ready to fly into his Arms, if he
would open them to receive her.
    Now, though I shall not perhaps be able absolutely to acquit him of either
of these Charges; (for Want of Prudence admits of no Excuse; and what I shall
produce against the latter Charge, will, I apprehend, be scarce satisfactory);
yet as Evidence may sometimes be offered in Mitigation, I shall set forth the
plain Matter of Fact, and leave the whole to the Reader's Determination.
    Mr. Jones had Somewhat about him, which, though I think Writers are not
thoroughly agreed in its Name, doth certainly inhabit some human Breasts; whose
Use is not so properly to distinguish Right from Wrong, as to prompt and incite
them to the former, and to restrain and with-hold them from the latter.
    This Somewhat may be indeed resembled to the famous Trunk-maker in the
Playhouse: for whenever the Person who is possessed of it doth what is right, no
ravished or friendly Spectator is so eager, or so loud in his Applause; on the
contrary, when he doth wrong, no Critic is
