These last words were pronounced with a wildness of look, that even
bordered upon frenzy. The misanthrope once more retired to the pantry
for shelter, and the rest of the guests were evidently disconcerted.

Mr. Fillet, in order to change the conversation, which was likely to
produce serious consequences, expressed uncommon satisfaction at the
remarks which the knight had made, signified his approbation of the
honourable office he had undertaken, declared himself happy in having
seen such an accomplished cavalier, and observed, that nothing was
wanting to render him a complete knight-errant, but some celebrated
beauty, the mistress of his heart, whose idea might animate his breast,
and strengthen his arm to the utmost exertion of valour. He added, that
love was the soul of chivalry.

The stranger started at this discourse. He turned his eyes on the
surgeon with a fixed regard; his countenance changed; a torrent of tears
gushed down his cheeks; his head sunk upon his bosom; he heaved a
profound sigh, and remained in silence with all the external marks of
unutterable sorrow. The company were, in some measure, infected by his
despondence, concerning the cause of which, however, they would not
venture to inquire.

By this time the landlady, having disposed of the squire, desired to
know, with many curtsies, if his honour would not choose to put off his
wet garments, assuring him, that she had a very good feather bed at his
service, upon which many gentlevolks of the virst quality had lain, that
the sheets were well aired, and that Dolly would warm them for his
worship with a pan of coals. This hospitable offer being repeated, he
seemed to wake from a trance of grief, arose from his seat, and, bowing
courteously to the company, withdrew.