id, and daughter, came out; and the wife said,
What brings you this way at this time of night, Mr. Robert? And with
a lady too?--Then I began to be frightened out of my wits; and laying
middle and both ends together, I fell a crying, and said, God give me
patience! I am undone for certain!--Pray, mistress, said I, do you know
'Squire B----, of Bedfordshire?

The wicked coachman would have prevented the answering me; but the
simple daughter said, Know his worship! yes, surely! why he is my
father's landlord.--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.

The daughter came up, and said, Mr. Robert had given her a letter to
give me; and there it was. I raised myself, and saw it was the hand
and seal of the wicked wretch, my master, directed to Mrs. Pamela
Andrews.--This was a little better than to have him here; though, if he
had, he must have been brought through the air; for I thought I was.

The good woman (for I began to see things about a little reputable, and
no guile appearing in them, but rather a face of grief for my grief)
offered me a glass of some cordial water, which I accepted, for I
was ready to sink; and then I sat up in a chair a little, though very