who, I said, love plotting, though he had not a head turned for it, I
gave some precautionary directions to the servants, and the women, whom,
for the greater parade, I assembled before us, and my beloved was
resolved not to stir abroad till she saw the issue of this odd affair.

And here must I close, though in so great a puzzle.

Only let me add, that poor Belton wants thee; for I dare not stir for my
life.

Mowbray and Tourville skulk about like vagabonds, without heads, without
hands, without souls; having neither you nor me to conduct them. They
tell me, they shall rust beyond the power of oil or action to brighten
them up, or give them motion.

How goes it with thy uncle?



LETTER V

MR. LOVELACE, TO JOHN BELFORD, ESQ.
SUNDAY, MAY 28.


This story of Captain Tomlinson employed us not only for the time we were
together last night, but all the while we sat at breakfast this morning.
She would still have it that it was the prelude to some mischief from
Singleton. I insisted (according to my former hint) that it might much
more probably be a method taken by Colonel Morden to alarm her, previous