With this, and hearten’d by his Caresses, she told him, That _Henault_ was return’d; and repeating to him his Escape, she said, She had put him to Bed, and when he expected her to come, she fell on her Knees at the Bedside, and confess’d, She was married to _Villenoys_; at that word (said she) he fetch’d a deep Sigh or two, and presently after, with a very little struggling, dy’d; and, yonder, he lyes still in the Bed. After this, she wept so abundantly, that all _Villenoys_ could do, could hardly calm her Spirits; but after, consulting what they should do in this Affair, _Villenoys_ ask’d her, Who of the House saw him? She said, Only _Maria_, who knew not who he was; so that, resolving to save _Isabella’s_ Honour, which was the only Misfortune to come, _Villenoys_ himself propos’d the carrying him out to the Bridge, and throwing him into the River, where the Stream would carry him down to the Sea, and lose him; or, if he were found, none could know him. So _Villenoys_ took a Candle, and went and look’d on him, and found him altogether chang’d, that no Body would know who he was; he therefore put on his Clothes, which was not hard for him to do, for he was scarce yet cold, and comforting again _Isabella_, as well as he could, he went himself into the Stable, and fetched a Sack, such as they us’d for Oats, a new Sack, whereon stuck a great Needle, with a Pack-thread in it; this Sack he brings into the House, and shews to _Isabella_, telling her, He would put the Body in there, for the better convenience of carrying it on his Back. _Isabella_ all this while said but little, but, fill’d with Thoughts all Black and Hellish, she ponder’d within, while the Fond and Passionate _Villenoys_ was endeavouring to hide her Shame, and to make this an absolute Secret: She imagin’d, that could she live after a Deed so black, _Villenoys_ would be eternal reproaching her, if not with his Tongue, at least with his Heart, and embolden’d by one Wickedness, she was the readier for another, and another of such a Nature, as has, in my Opinion, far less Excuse, than the first; but when Fate begins to afflict, she goes through stitch with her Black Work.