Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady — Volume 5 by Samuel Richardson
page 26 of 407 (06%)
page 26 of 407 (06%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
|
passes?
She consented. We went down. Dorcas bid the man come forward. Well, friend, what is your business with Mr. and Mrs. Lovelace? Bowing, scraping, I am sure you are the gentleman, Sir. Why, Sir, my business is only to know if your honour be here, and to be spoken with; or if you shall be here for any time? Whom came you from? From a gentleman who ordered me to say, if I was made to tell, but not else, it was from a friend of Mr. John Harlowe, Mrs. Lovelace's eldest uncle. The dear creature was ready to sink upon this. It was but of late that she had provided herself with salts. She pulled them out. Do you know anything of Colonel Morden, friend? said I. No; I never heard of his name. Of Captain Singleton? No, Sir. But the gentleman, my master, is a Captain too. What is his name? I don't know if I should tell. |
|


