esolved to keep very retired), we went to a merchant's
house of my husband's acquaintance in the Rue de la Bourle, near the
Carmelites, in the Faubourg de St. Jacques.

This being a remote part of the city, on the south side, and near
several pleasant gardens, I thought it would be proper to be a little
indisposed, that my husband might not press me to go with him to see the
curiosities; for he could do the most needful business, such as going to
the bankers to exchange bills, despatching of letters, settling affairs
with merchants, &c., without my assistance; and I had a tolerable plea
for my conduct, such as the great fatigue of our journey, being among
strangers, &c.; so we stayed at Paris eight days without my going to any
particular places, except going one day to the gardens of Luxembourg,
another to the church of Notre Dame on the Isle of Paris, a third to the
Hotel Royale des Invalides, a fourth to the gardens of the Tuileries, a
fifth to the suburbs of St. Lawrence, to see the fair which was then
holding there; a sixth to the gardens of the Louvre, a seventh to the
playhouse, and the eighth stayed all day at home to write a letter to
the Quaker, letting her know where I then was, and how soon we should go
forwards in our journey, but did not mention where we intended to
settle, as, indeed, we had not yet settled that ourselves.

One of the days, viz., that in which I went to the gardens of the
Tuileries, I asked Thomas several questions about his father, mother,
and other relations, being resolved, notwithstanding he was my own son,
as he did not know it, to turn him off by some stratagem or another, if
he had any manner of memory of me, either as his mother, or the Lady
Roxana. I asked him if he had any particular memory of his mother or
father; he answered, "No, I scarce remember anything of either of them,"
said he, "but I have heard from several people that I had one brother
and three sisters, though I never saw them all, to know them,
notwithstanding I lived with an aunt four years; I often asked after my
mother, and some people said she went away with a man, but it was
allowed by most people, that best knew her, that she, being brought to
the greatest distress, was carried to the workhouse belonging to the
parish, where she died soon after with grief."

Nothing could give me more satisfaction than what Thomas had related; so
now, I thought I would ask about the Lady Roxana (for he had been my
next-door