London (England) -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
'I thought, I say, that he was a man to be trusted. He did not look like
one who drank: he did not follow other actresses about with his eyes: I
say, Will, that I thought I could trust him. He came to my lodging. He
told me that he was a rich City merchant: he asked me what I should like
if I would marry him and he promised to give it to me--that--and
anything else----'
'If you did not love him--Jenny----'
'I did not love him. I will tell you. I wanted to get away from the man
I did love; and so I wanted, above all, to be taken away from London and
the Theatre into the country, never to hear anything more about the
stage. Had he done what he promised, Will, I would have made a good wife
to him, although he is a slimy worm. But he did not. He broke his word
on the very morning when we came out of church----'
'How?'
'He began by saying that he had a little explanation to offer. He said
that when he told me he was a rich merchant--that, indeed, was his
reputation: but his position was embarrassed: he wanted money: he wished
not to borrow any: he therefore thought that if he married an
actress--that class of persons being notorious for having no honour--his
very words to me, actually, his very words an hour after leaving the
church--he intended to open a gaming-house at which I was to be the
decoy. Now you understand why I call him a villain, and a wretch, and a
slimy worm.'
'Jenny!'
'I left him on the spot after telling him what he was--I left him--I
left the Theatre as well. I had a friend who found me the money to take
this place under another name. I have seen the man many times here--last
night--and once I called upon him and I made him give me the money to
get you out of the Prison, Will.'
'Matthew found that money?'
'Of course, he did. I had none--I went to him and reminded him that he
had contributed nothing to the maintenance of his wife, and that he must
give me whatever the sum was. He was obliged to give it, otherwise I
should have informed the clerks of the Counting-house who I was.'
I laughed. 'Well, but Jenny, there was another man----'
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