The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel JackDefoe, Daniel
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The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel Jack
Defoe, Daniel
Adventure stories, English; England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Picaresque fiction
She bowed, but gave no answer; only, after pressing her by arguments,
which she could not deny was very civil and kind, she returned, she
gave me thanks, but she could not eat. “Well, madam,” said I, “do but
sit down; though you think you cannot eat, perhaps you may eat a bit.
Indeed you must eat, or you will destroy yourself at this rate of
living, and upon the road too; in a word, you will be sick indeed.” I
argued with her. The maid put in, and said, “Do, madam; pray try to
divert yourself a little.” I pressed her again, and she bowed to me
very respectfully, but still said, “No,” and she could not eat. The
maid continued to importune her, and said, “Dear madam, do. The
gentleman is a civil gentleman; pray, madam, do;” and then, turning to
me, said, “My mistress will, sir, I hope,” and seemed pleased, and
indeed was so.
However, I went on to persuade her; and, taking no notice of what her
maid said, that I was a civil gentleman, I told her, “I am a stranger
to you, madam; but if I thought you were shy of me on any account, as
to civility, I will send my supper up to you in your own chamber, and
stay below myself.” She bowed then to me twice, and looked up, which
was the first time, and said she had no suspicion of that kind; that my
offer was so civil that she was as much ashamed to refuse it as she
should be ashamed to accept it, if she was where she was known; that
she thought I was not quite a stranger to her, for she had seen me
before; that she would accept my offer so far as to sit at table,
because I desired it; but she could not promise me to eat, and that she
hoped I would take the other as a constraint upon her, in return to so
much kindness.
She startled me when she said she had seen me before; for I had not the
least knowledge of her, nor did I remember so much as to have heard of
her name; for I had asked her name of her maid; and indeed it made me
almost repent my compliment, for it was many ways essential to me not
to be known. However, I could not go back; and, besides, if I was
known, it was essentially necessary to me to know who it was that knew
me, and by what circumstances; so I went on with my compliment.
We came to the inn but just before it was dark. I offered to hand my
widow out of the coach, and she could not decline it; but though her
hoods were not then much over her face, yet, being dark, I could see
little of her then. I waited on her then into the stairfoot, and led
her up the inn-stairs to a dining-room which the master of the house
offered to show us, as if for the whole company; but she declined going
in there, and said she desired rather to go directly to her chamber,
and turning to her maid, bade her speak to the innkeeper to show her to
her lodging-room. So I waited on her to the door, and took my leave,
telling her I would expect her at supper.
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