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together, and took sanctuary, not so much in his convent as in himself.
I feel a damp upon my spirits as I am going to add, that in my last return through Calais, ppon inquiring after Father Lorenzo, I heard he had been dead near three months, and was buried, not in his own conveut, but, according to his desire, in a little cemetery belonging to it, about two leagnes off. I had a strong desire to see where they had laid him - when, upon pulling out his little horn-box, as I sat by his grave, and plucking up a nettle or two at the head of it, which had no business to grow there, they all struck together so forcibly upon my affections, that I burst into a flood of tears. - But I am as weak as a woman; and I beg the world not to smile, but pity me.
THE REMISE DOOR. CALAIS.
I had never quitted the lady's hand all this time; and had held it so long, that it would have been indecent to have let it go, without first pres. șing it to my lips: the blood and spirits, which had suffered a revulsion from her, crowded back to her, as I did it.
Now the two travellers, who had spoke to me in the coach - yard, happening at that crisis to be passing by, and observing our communications, naturally took it into their heads that we must be man and wife, at least; so stopping as soon as they came up to the door of the remise, the one of them, who was the inquisitive traveller, asked us, if we set out for Paris the next morning? I could only answer for myself, I said; and the lady added, she was for Amiens. We dined there yesterday, said the simple traveller. – - You go directly through the town, added the other, in your road to Paris. I was going to return a thousand thanks, for the intelligence that Amiens was in the road to Paris, but npon pulling out my poor monk's little horn-box to take a pinch of snuff, I made them a quiet bow, and wished them a good passage to Dover. - They left us alone.
Or be any
Now where would be the harm, said I to myself, if I was to beg of this distressed lady to accept of half of my chaise ? - and what mighty mischief could ensue?
Every dirty passion and bad propensity in my nature took the alarm as I stated the proposition.
It will oblige you to have a third horse, said AVARICE, which will put twenty livres out of your pocket. You know not what she is, said CAUTION, — Or what scrapes the affair niay draw you into, whispered CowARDICE.
Depend upon it, Yotick! said DISCRETION, 'twill be said you went off with a mistress, and came by assignation to Calais for that purpose.
You can never after, cried HYPOCRISY aloud, shew your face in the world. – Or rise, quoth MEANNESS, in the church. thing in it, said Pride, but a lousy prebendary. But 'tis a civil thing, said I
generally act from the first impulse, and therefore seldom listen to these cabals, which serve no purpose, that I know of, but to encompass the heart with adamant I turned instantly about to the lady.
But she had glided off unperceived, as the cause was pleading, and had made ten or a dozen paces down the street, by the time I had made the determination; so I set off after her with a long stride, to make her the proposal with the best address I was master of; but observing she walked with her cheek half resting upon the palm of her hand with the slow, short-measured step of thoughtfulness, and with her eyes, as she went step by step, fixed upon the ground, it struck me she was trying the same cause herself. God help her! said I, she has some mother-in-law, or Tartufish aunt, or nonsensical old woman, to consult upon the occasion as well as myself: so not caring to interrupt the process, and deeming it more gallant to take her at discretion than by surprise, I faced about, and took a short turn or two before the door of the remise, whilst she walked musing on one side.
IN THE STREET. CALAIS,
Having, on first sight of the lady, settled the affair in my fancy, “that she was of the better order of beings » and then laid it down as a second axiom, as indisputable as the first, that she was a widow, and wore a character of distress I went no further; I got ground enough for the situation which pleased me - and had she remained close beside my elbow till midnight, I should have held true to my system, and considered her only under that general idea.
She had scarce got twenty paces distant from me, ere something within me called out for a more particular enquiry it brought on the idea of a further separation I might possibly never see her more – the heart is for saving what it can, and I wanted the traces through which my wishes might find their way to her, in case I should never rejoin her niyself: in a word, I wish'd to know her name - her family's her condition; and as I knew the place to which she was going, I wanted to know from whence she came; but there
no coming at all this intelligence; a hundred little delicacies stood in the way, I formed a score different plans. There was no such thing as a man's asking her directly
the thing was impossible.
A little French debonaire captain, who came dancing down the street, shewed me it was the easiest thing in the world; for popping in betwixt us, just as the lady was returning back to the door of the remise, he introduced himself to my acquaintance, and before he had well got announced, begg'd I would do him the honour to present him to the lady I had not been presented myself - so turning about to her, he did it just as well, by asking her if she had come from Paris? No: she was going that route, she said. Vous n'êtez pas de Londres? She was not, she replied.
Then Madam must have come through Flanders. Apparemment vous
étez Flammande? said the French captain.
The lady answered she was. Peut-être de Lisle?
added he she said, she was not of Lisle. Nor Arras? nor Cambray? Nor Ghent? nor Brussels ? she answered, she was of Brussels.
He had had the honour, he said, to be at the bombardment of it last war - that it was finely situated pour cela -- and full of noblesse when the Imperialists were driven out by the French (the lady made a slight courtesy) so giving her an account of the affair, and of the share he had had in it he begg‘d the honour to know her name
so made his bow.
Et Madame a son Mari? said he, looking back when he had made two steps and without staying for an answer -- danced down the street.
Had 1 served seven years apprenticeship, to good breeding, could not have done as much,
THE REMISE. CALAIS. As the little French captain left us, Mons. Dessein came up with the key of the remise in his hand, and forthwith let us into his magazine of chaises.
The first object which caught my eye, as Mons. Dessein open'd the door of the remise, was another old tatter'd Desobligeant: and nothwithstanding it was the exact picture of that which had hit my fancy so much in the coach - yard but an hour before the very sight of it stirr'd up a disagreeable sensation within me now; and I thought 'twas a churlish bcast into whose heart the idea should first enter to construct such a machine; nor had I much more charity for the man who could think of using it.
I observed the lady was as little taken with it as myself: so Mons. Dessein led us on to a couple of chaises which stood abreast, telling us, as he recommended them, that they had been purchased by my Lord A. and B. to go the grand tour but had gone no farther than Paris, so were in all respects as good as new they were too good - so I pass'd on to a third which stood behind, and forthwith began to chaffer for the price. But 'twill scarce hold two, said I, opening the door
and getting ind- Have the goodness, Madam, said Mons, Dessein, offering his arm, to step in. - The lady hesitated half a second, and stepped in, and the waiter that moment beckoning to speak to Mons. Dessein, he shut the door of the chaise upon us and left us.
THE REMISE DOOR. CALAIS.
C'est bien comique, 'tis very droll, said the lady smiling, from the reflection that this was the second time we had been left together by a parcel of nonsensical contingencies – c'est bien comique, said she,
There wants nothing, said I, to make it so, but the comic use which the gallantry of a Frenchman would put it to to make love the first moment, and an offer of his person the second.
'Tis their fort, replied the lady.
It is supposed so at least and how it has come to pass, continued I, I know not; but they have certainly got the credit of understanding more of love, and making it better, than any other nation upon earth; but for my own part, I think them arrant bunglers, and in truth the worst set of marksmen that ever tried Cupid's patience.
To think of making love by sentiments! I should as soon think of making a genteel suit of clothes out of remnants: and to do it - pop - at first sight by declaration is submitting the offer, and themselves with it, to be sifted with all their pours and contres, by an unheated mind.
The lady attended, as if she expected I should
Consider then, Madam, continued I, laying my hand upon hers
That grave people hate love for the name's sake
That selfish people hate it for their own
And that all of us, both old and young, being ten times worse frightened than hurt by the very report