Memoirs of Miss Sidney Biddulph: Extracted from her own Journal, and now first publishedSheridan, Frances Chamberlaine
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Memoirs of Miss Sidney Biddulph: Extracted from her own Journal, and now first published
Sheridan, Frances Chamberlaine
English fiction -- 18th century
I was glad our altercations had a short truce, by the chariot's stopping
at the gardener's cottage, where I had ordered my equipage to wait. All
the family were in bed but the man's wife, who came curt'sying to the
door. I led, or rather lifted, Mrs Gerrarde out of the chariot; for she
would not give me her hand; and begging she would repose herself for a
few minutes, whilst I gave orders to my servants, put her into the good
woman's hands. She went sullenly in, without making me any answer: and
seeing nobody but the old woman, she was convinced that complaints, or
an attempt to escape, would be equally fruitless, and so prudently
acquiesced. I soon dispatched my orders: I made the footman, who came
behind the chariot, mount the box, and directed him to drive to an inn
in the next village to Mrs Gerrarde's house, and from thence to send it
home by some one who did not know to whom he belonged. I then ordered my
own equipage to the door; and entering the cottage, told the lady I was
ready to attend her. The old woman presently vanished; so that seeing
nobody to apply to, she suffered me very quietly to put her into my
chariot, and I placed myself by her. It was made on purpose for
travelling, and I took care to have nothing but wooden windows; to which
I had the precaution to add a couple of spring-locks, which shut on
drawing up, and were not without difficulty to be opened. One of the
windows was already up, and I flurted up the other as soon as I got into
the coach. It was a fine moon-light morning, the postilion cracked his
whip, and, though the roads were deep and dirty, the four horses darted
away like lightning.
I believe, madam, said I, you are by this time convinced that my scheme
is too well laid to be baffled by any efforts you can make. I mean to
treat you with due respect, and beg you will use me with a little more
gentleness than you have done; that is all the favour I shall ask in
return, till you yourself are disposed to shew me more.
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