rticulars of his conduct
since the correspondence between him and her had ceased, she heard with
equal concern and astonishment; for, how far soever she deemed herself
detached from all possibility of future connexion with that young
gentleman, she was not made of such indifferent stuff as to learn without
emotion the calamitous disorder of an accomplished youth, whose
extraordinary virtues she could not but revere.

As they had deviated from the post-road, taken precautions to conceal
their route, and made such progress, that they were now within one day's
journey of London, the careful and affectionate Dolly, seeing her dear
lady quite exhausted with fatigue, used all her natural rhetoric, which
was very powerful, mingled with tears that flowed from the heart, in
persuading Aurelia to enjoy some repose; and so far she succeeded in the
attempt, that for one night the toil of travelling was intermitted. This
recess from incredible fatigue was a pause that afforded our adventurer
time to overtake them before they reached the metropolis, that vast
labyrinth, in which Aurelia might have been for ever lost to his inquiry.

It was in the afternoon of the day which succeeded his departure from the
White Hart, that Sir Launcelot arrived at the inn, where Miss Aurelia
Darnel had bespoke a dish of tea, and a post-chaise for the next stage.
He had by inquiry traced her a considerable way, without ever dreaming
who the person really was whom he thus pursued, and now he desired to
speak with her attendant. Dolly was not a little surprised to see Sir
Launcelot Greaves, of whose character she had conceived a very sublime
idea from the narrative of Mr. Thomas Clarke; but she was still more
surprised when he gave her to understand that he had charged himself with
a pocket-book, containing the bank-notes which Miss Meadows had dropped
in the house where they had been threatened with insult. Miss Darnel had
not yet discovered her disaster, when her attendant, running into the
apartment, presented the prize which she had received from our
adventurer, with his compliments to Miss Meadows, implying a request to
be admitted into her presence, that he might make a personal tender of
his best services.

It is not to be supposed that the amiable Aurelia heard unmoved such a
message from a person, whom her maid discovered to be the identical Sir
Launcelot Greaves, whose story she had so lately related; but as the
ensuing scene requires fres