extraordinary manner, I could still discover a distant
resemblance of my old friend. Sir Roger, upon seeing me laugh,
desired me to tell him truly if I thought it possible for people
to know him in that disguise. I at first kept my usual silence;
but upon the Knight's conjuring me to tell him whether it was not
still more like himself than a Saracen, I composed my countenance
in the best manner I could, and replied, that much might be said
on both sides.

These several adventures, with the Knight's behaviour in them,
gave me as pleasant a day as ever I met with in any of my
travels.



THE SPECTATOR'S RETURN TO TOWN.

Having notified to my good friend Sir Roger that I should set out
for London the next day, his horses were ready at the appointed
hour in the evening; and attended by one of his grooms, I arrived
at the country town at twilight, in order to be ready for the
stage-coach the day following. As soon as we arrived at the inn,
the servant, who waited upon me, enquired of the chamberlain in
my hearing what company he had for the coach? The fellow
answered, Mrs. Betty Arable, the great fortune, and the widow her
mother; a recruiting officer (who took a place because they were
to go); young Squire Quickset her cousin (that her mother wished
her to be married to); Ephraim the Quaker, her guardian; and a
gentleman that had studied himself dumb, from Sir Roger de
Coverley's. I observed by what he said of myself, that according