‘getting rid of the two cowardly louts, my intention was to drive the carriage deep into the wood: there, without doing the ladies the ſmalleſt injury, to open a little emporium for the exchange of the black gown, which, conſidering the ſervice it had rendered me, was of no trivial value, for the Counteſs’s purſe and trinkets; and then, wiſhing the company a ſafe journey, to take a polite farewel.
To ſay the truth, ſir, my fears from you were the leaſt of my thoughts. The world is arrived at ſuch a pitch of infidelity, that one cannot quiet children now-a-days with your name; and if a faint heart, like the Counteſs’s ſervant, or an old woman behind her ſpinning-wheel, did not now and then talk of you, the world would have long ſince loſt all remembrance of ſuch a perſonage. I thought whoever choſe might be Number-Nip: I am now, indeed, better informed, and find myſelf in your power.
‘But,
