Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
'We might,' he went on, 'find a lodging for you in some quiet Welsh
town across the Channel. At Chepstow, for instance, or at Newport,
you might find a home for a while. But, the country being greatly
inflamed with dissensions, there would everywhere be the danger of
some fanatical busybody inquiring into your history--whence you
came, why you left your friends--and so forth. And, again, in every
town there are women (saving your presence, Madam), whose tongues
tittle-tattle all day long. Short work they make of a stranger. So
that I see not much safety in a small town. Then, again, you might
find a farm-house where they would receive you; but your case is
not that you wish to be hidden for a time, as one implicated in
the Monmouth business. Not so; you desire to be hidden all your
life, or for the whole life of the man who, if he finds you, may
compel you to live with him, and to live for--how long? Sixty years,
perhaps, in a dull and dirty farm-house, among rude boors, would be
intolerable to a person of your manners and accomplishments.'
'Then, Sir, in the name of Heaven'--for I began to be wearied with
this lengthy setting up of plans only to pull them down again--'what
shall I do?'
'You might go to London. At first I thought that London offered
the best hope of safe retreat. There are parts of London where
the gentlemen of the robe are never seen, and where you might be
safe. Thus, about the eastern parts of the city there are never
any lawyers at all. There you might be safe. But yet--it would be
a perpetual risk. Your face, Madam, if I may say so, is one which
will not be quickly forgotten when it hath once been seen--you would
be persecuted by would-be lovers; you would go in continual terror,
knowing that one you fear was living only a mile away from you.
You would have to make up some story, to maintain which would be
troublesome; and presently the time would come when you would have
no more money. What, then, would you do?'
'Pray, Sir, if you can, tell me what you think I should do, since
there are so many things that I cannot do.'
'Madam, I am going to submit to you a plan which seems to me at once
the safest and the best. You have, you tell me, cousins in the town
of Boston, which is in New England.'
'Yes, I have heard my father speak of his cousins.'
'I have myself visited that place, and have heard mention of certain
Eykins as gentlemen of substance and reputation. I propose, Madam,
that you should go to these cousins, and seek a home among them.'
'Leave England? You would have me leave this country and go across
the ocean to America?'
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