Mr. Lovelace came in soon after; all lively, grateful, full of hopes, of
duty, of love, to thank his charmer, and to congratulate with her upon
the cure she had performed. And then she told the story, with all its
circumstances; and Dorcas, to point her lady's fears, told us, that the
servant was a sun-burnt fellow, and looked as if he had been at sea.

He was then, no doubt, Captain Singleton's servant, and the next news she
should hear, was, that the house was surrounded by a whole ship's crew;
the vessel lying no farther off, as she understood, than Rotherhithe.

Impossible, I said. Such an attempt would not be ushered in by such a
manner of inquiry. And why may it not rather be a servant of your cousin
Morden, with notice of his arrival, and of his design to attend you?

This surmise delighted her. Her apprehensions went off, and she was at
leisure to congratulate me upon my sudden recovery; which she did in the
most obliging manner.

But we had not sat long together, when Dorcas again came fluttering up to
tell us, that the footman, the very footman, was again at the door, and
inquired, whether Mr. Lovelace and his lady, by name, had not lodgings in
this house? He asked, he told Dorcas, for no harm. But his disavowing
of harm, was a demonstration with my apprehensive fair-one, that harm was
intended. And as the fellow had not been answered by Dorcas, I proposed
to go down to the street-parlour, and hear what he had to say.

I see your causeless terror, my dearest life, said I, and your impatience
--Will you be pleased to walk down--and, without being observed, (for he
shall come no farther than the parlour-door,) you may hear all that