Thomas said, God bless your honour! You know best. And I said, O, sir,
you are all goodness!--How kind is this, to forgive the disappointment,
instead of being angry, as I feared you would! Thomas then withdrew.
And my master said, I need not remind you of writing out of hand, to make
the good folks easy: and I will leave you to yourself for that purpose;
only send me down such of your papers, as you are willing I should see,
with which I shall entertain myself for an hour or two. But, one thing,
added he, I forgot to tell you: The neighbouring gentry I mentioned will
be here tomorrow to dine with me, and I have ordered Mrs. Jewkes to
prepare for them. And must I, sir, said I, be shewn to them? O yes,
said he; that's the chief reason of their coming. And you'll see nobody
equal to yourself: don't be concerned.
I opened my papers, as soon as my master had left me; and laid out those
beginning on the Thursday morning he set out for Stamford, 'with the
morning visit he made me before I was up, and the injunctions of
watchfulness, etc. to Mrs. Jewkes; the next day's gipsy affair, and my
reflections, in which I called him truly diabolical, and was otherwise
very severe, on the strong appearances the matter had then against him.
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