My infinite demerits tell me, that I ought not—nevertheless I will
confide in your generosity.—To-morrow morning (no new cause arising to
give reason to the contrary) as early as you please you may go to
Hampstead.
This seemed to oblige her. But yet she looked with a face of doubt.
I will go down to the women, Belford. And having no better judges at
hand, will hear what they say upon my critical situation with this
proud beauty, who has so insolently rejected a Lovelace kneeling at her
feet, though making an earnest tender of himself for a husband, in
spite of all his prejudices to the state of shackles.