Mr. _Heavitree_ was silent, and _Gatty_ presently asked him what he was musing about. He said, "Those Rogues who pulled me into the dark Cellar said I was not the right Man. I was wondering if they have found him yet, and what they have done to him." This led to sundry dismal Stories, of Footpads and Street-Assassins; and of Lord _Harborough's_ being beset by Robbers in _Piccadilly_ in broad Daylight, and one of the Chairmen pulling a Pole out of his _Lordship's_ Chair and knocking down one of the Villains, while the Earl, leaping out, and drawing his Sword, put the Rest to flight. Then we wondered whether Times could get worse, and whether they would ever mend, and whether the next Generation would listen to such Facts as idle Tales, or whether Abuses would increase to that Degree as to bring down a Providential Judgment on the City, like that which overtook _Gomorrah_, or like that which we were now expecting. Soon after this, my _Father_ fell fast asleep, and my _Mother_ began to nod. _Prudence_ was knitting with all her Might, and I took up my _Mother's_ Knotting, and on Pretence of getting nearer the Light, edged my Chair further off from _Gatty_, who continued conversing with Mr. _Heavitree_ in an under Tone, which became lower and lower. I am persuaded neither of them felt in the least sleepy, nor had the smallest Apprehensions of the Earthquake; but _Prue_ yawned awfully from Time to Time, and I was profoundly silent and very serious. All at once, Lady _Betty's_ Bell rang violently, and _Gatty_ ran up Stairs. The Wax Lights had burned out, and at first it seemed that there were no others, which put my _Lady_ into a sad Taking. The Idea of her being _left in the Dark with an Earthquake_! Happily, another Pacquet of Wax Candles was found, and, after Ratafia had been served round, they fell to their Card-playing again; but _Gatty_ affirmed that my _Lady_ changed Colour, and laid down her Hand on Mr. _Sandys's_ roguishly shaking the Table. At Length, all the Clocks struck Five; at which Hour everybody conceived themselves safe, as witlessly as they had previously held themselves to be in Danger. The Card-Party now broke up; _Gatty_ went to undress my _Lady_, and I went to lock out the Gentlemen, who departed in a Body, looking fagged and haggard enough. Just as Mr. _Caryl_ was going forth, he paused for a Moment and said, "By-the-bye, this is where Mr.--Mr. what's his Name? Mr. _Fenwick_ lodged--Can you tell me where he is at present, Mrs. _Patty_?" I coolly answered, "With his poor People in _Shoreditch_, Sir." "_Shoreditch? Shoreditch?_ Ha, I'll try to remember that," says he carelessly; and turned on his Heel. I thought to myself, I don't believe you will; your Cue is to forget. Then I went to get my _Father_ and _Mother_ to Bed, and send off _Prue_, and lastly, to go to Bed myself. As for Mr. _Heavitree_, he was content with a couple of Chairs by the Fire. _Gatty_ slept with my _Lady_, who did not feel brave enough to be alone.