--Well, said I, then I am undone; undone for ever!--O, wicked
wretch! what have I done to you, said I to the coachman, to serve me
thus?--Vile tool of a wicked master!--Faith, said the fellow, I am sorry
this task was put upon me; but I could not help it. But make the best of
it now; here are very civil reputable folks; and you'll be safe here,
I'll assure you.--Let me get out, said I, and I'll walk back to the town
we came through, late as it is:--For I will not enter here.
Said the farmer's wife, You'll be very well used here, I'll assure you,
young gentlewoman, and have better conveniences than any where in the
village. I matter not conveniences, said I: I am betrayed and undone!
As you have a daughter of your own, pity me, and let me know if your
landlord, as you call him, be here!--No, I'll assure you he is not, said
she.
And then came the farmer, a good-like sort of man, grave, and well-
behaved; and spoke to me in such sort, as made me a little pacified; and
seeing no help for it, I went in; and the wife immediately conducted me
up stairs to the best apartment, and told me, that was mine as long as I
staid: and nobody should come near me but when I called. I threw myself
on the bed in the room, tired and frightened to death almost; and gave
way to the most excessive fit of grief that I ever had.
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