Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
The next morning Mrs. Ellison addressed herself to Booth as follows: “I
shall make no apology, sir, for what I am going to say, as it proceeds
from my friendship to yourself and your dear lady. I am convinced then,
sir, there is a something more than accident in your going abroad only
one day in the week. Now, sir, if, as I am afraid, matters are not
altogether as well as I wish them, I beg, since I do not believe you are
provided with a lawyer, that you will suffer me to recommend one to
you. The person I shall mention is, I assure you, of much ability in his
profession, and I have known him do great services to gentlemen under a
cloud. Do not be ashamed of your circumstances, my dear friend: they are
a much greater scandal to those who have left so much merit unprovided
for.”
Booth gave Mrs. Ellison abundance of thanks for her kindness, and
explicitly confessed to her that her conjectures were right, and,
without hesitation, accepted the offer of her friend’s assistance.
Mrs. Ellison then acquainted him with her apprehensions on his account.
She said she had both yesterday and this morning seen two or three very
ugly suspicious fellows pass several times by her window. “Upon all
accounts,” said she, “my dear sir, I advise you to keep yourself close
confined till the lawyer hath been with you. I am sure he will get
you your liberty, at least of walking about within the verge. There’s
something to be done with the board of green-cloth; I don’t know what;
but this I know, that several gentlemen have lived here a long time
very comfortably, and have defied all the vengeance of their creditors.
However, in the mean time, you must be a close prisoner with your lady;
and I believe there is no man in England but would exchange his liberty
for the same gaol.”
She then departed in order to send for the attorney, and presently
afterwards the serjeant arrived with news of the like kind. He said he
had scraped an acquaintance with Murphy. “I hope your honour will pardon
me,” cries Atkinson, “but I pretended to have a small demand upon your
honour myself, and offered to employ him in the business. Upon which he
told me that, if I would go with him to the Marshal’s court, and make
affidavit of my debt, he should be able very shortly to get it me; for
I shall have the captain in hold,” cries he, “within a day or two.” “I
wish,” said the serjeant, “I could do your honour any service. Shall I
walk about all day before the door? or shall I be porter, and watch it
in the inside till your honour can find some means of securing yourself?
I hope you will not be offended at me, but I beg you would take care of
falling into Murphy’s hands; for he hath the character of the greatest
villain upon earth. I am afraid you will think me too bold, sir; but I
have a little money; if it can be of any service, do, pray your honour,
command it. It can never do me so much good any other way. Consider,
sir, I owe all I have to yourself and my dear mistress.”
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