when Mr. Hornbeck goes to the Calf hay de Contea. Prey for the
loaf of Geesus keep this from the nolegs of my hussban, ells he
will make me leed a hell upon urth.--Being all from, deer Sur,
your most umbell servan wile

"Deborah Hornbeck."

Our young gentleman was ravished at the receipt of this elegant epistle,
which was directed, A Monsr. Monsr. Pickhell, a la Gaddamme de Paul
Freny, and did not fail to obey the summons at the hour of assignation;
when the lady, true to her appointment, beckoned him up-stairs, and he
had the good fortune to be admitted unseen.

After the first transports of their mutual joy at meeting, she told him,
that her husband had been very surly and cross ever since the adventure
at Chantilly, which he had not yet digested; that he had laid severe
injunctions upon her to avoid all commerce with Pickle, and even
threatened to shut her up in a convent for life, if ever she should
discover the least inclination to renew that acquaintance; that she had
been cooped up in her chamber since her arrival at Paris, without being
permitted to see the place, or indeed any company, except that of her
landlady, whose language she did not understand; so that her spirit
being broken, and her health impaired, he was prevailed upon some days
ago to indulge her in a few airings, during which she had seen the
gardens of the Luxembourg, the Tuileries, and Palais Royal, though at
those times when there was no company in the walks; and that it was
in one of those excursions she had the happiness of meeting with him.
Finally, she gave him to understand, that rather than continue longer
in such confinement with the man whom she could not love, she would
instantly give him the slip, and put herself under the protection of her
lover.

Rash and unthinking as this declaration might be, the young
gentleman was so much of a gallant, that he would not balk the
lady's inclinations; and too infatuated by his passion to foresee the
consequences of such a dangerous step: he therefore, without hesitation,
embraced the proposal; and the coast being clear, they sallied out into
the street, where Peregrine, calling a fiacre, ordered the coachman
to drive them to a tavern; but knowing it would not be in his power to
conceal her from the search of the lieutenant de police, if she should
remain within the walls of Paris, he hired a remise, and carried her
that same evening to Villejuif, about four leagues