Some time after, Miss Bellenden, not being terrified by this example, had the prudence to quit the court before she was obliged so to do:  the disagreeable Bardou followed her soon after; but for different reasons.  Every person was at last completely tired of her saraband, as well as of her face; and the king, that he might see neither of them any more, gave each a small pension for her subsistence.  There now only remained little Mademoiselle de la Garde to be provided for neither her virtues nor her vices were sufficiently conspicuous to occasion her being either dismissed from court, or pressed to remain there:  God knows what would have become of her, if a Mr. Silvius, a man who had nothing of a Roman in him except the name, had not taken the poor girl to be his wife.  We have now shown how all these damsels deserved to be expelled, either for their irregularities, or for their ugliness; and yet, those who replaced them found means to make them regretted, Miss Wells only excepted.

She was a tall girl, exquisitely shaped:  she dressed very genteel, walked like a goddess; and yet, her face, though made like those that generally please the most, was unfortunately one of those that pleased the least:  nature had spread over it a certain careless indolence that made her look sheepish.  This gave but a bad opinion of her wit:  and her wit had the ill-luck to make good that opinion:  however, as she was fresh coloured, and appeared inexperienced, the king, whom the fair Stewart did not render over nice as to the perfections of the mind, resolved to try whether the senses would not fare better with Miss Wells’s person than fine sentiments with her understanding:  nor was this experiment attended with much difficulty:  she was of a loyal family; and her father having faithfully served Charles the First, she thought it her duty not to revolt against Charles the Second.  But this connection was not attended with very advantageous circumstances for herself; some pretended that she did not hold out long enough, and that she surrendered at discretion before she was vigorously attacked; and others said, that his majesty complained of certain other facilities still less pleasing.  The Duke of Buckingham made a couplet upon this occasion, wherein the king, speaking to Progers, the confidant of his intrigues, puns upon the name of the fair one, to the following purport: 

     When the king felt the horrible depth of this Well,
     “Tell me, Progers,” cried Charlie, “where am I? oh tell! 
     Had I sought the world’s centre to find, I had found it,
     But this Well! ne’er a plummet was made that could sound it.”