After supper, Miss Stewart, in whose apartment there was play, called Hamilton to her to tell the story.  The Chevalier de Grammont, perceiving that she attended to him with pleasure, was fully confirmed in the truth of his first conjectures; and, having carried Hamilton home with him to supper, they began to discourse freely together as usual, “George,” said the Chevalier de Grammont, “are you in any want of money?  I know you love play:  perhaps it may not be so favourable to you as it is to me.  We are at a great distance from London.  Here are two hundred guineas:  take them, I beseech you; they will do to play with at Miss Stewart’s.”  Hamilton, who little expected this conclusion, was rather disconcerted.  “How! at Miss Stewart’s!” “Yes, in her apartments.  Friend George,” continued the Chevalier de Grammont, “I have not yet lost my eyes:  you are in love with her, and, if I am not mistaken, she is not offended at it; but tell me how you could resolve to banish poor Wetenhall from your heart, and suffer yourself to be infatuated with a girl, who perhaps after all is not worth the other, and who besides, whatever favourable dispositions she may have for you, will undoubtedly in the end prove your ruin.  Faith, your brother and you are two pretty fellows, in your choice.  What! can you find no other beauties in all the court to fall in love with, except the king’s two mistresses!  As for the elder brother, I can pardon him he only took Lady Castlemaine after his master had done with her, and after Lady Chesterfield had discarded him; but, as for you, what the devil do you intend to do with a creature, on whom the king seems every day to dote with increasing fondness?  Is it because that drunken sot Richmond has again come forward, and now declares himself one of her professed admirers?  You will soon see what he will make by it:  I have not forgotten what the king said to me upon the subject.  ’Believe me, my dear friend, there is no playing tricks with our masters; I mean, there is no ogling their mistresses.’  I myself wanted to play the agreeable in France with a little coquette, whom the king did not care about, and you know how dearly I paid for it.  I confess she gives you fair play, but do not trust to her.  All the sex feel an unspeakable satisfaction at having men in their train, whom they care not for, and to use them as their slaves of state, merely to swell their equipage.  Would it not be a great deal better to pass a week or ten days incognito at Peckham, with the philosopher Wetenhall’s wife, than to have it inserted in the Dutch Gazette.—­We hear from Bristol, that such a one is banished the court on account of Miss Stewart, and that he is going to make a campaign in Guinea on board the fleet that is fitting out for the expedition, under the command of Prince Rupert.”