My whole soul now revolted against the treatment I endured, and yet I could not utter a word.  I resolved to quit Mr. Falkland’s service, and when Mr. Forester had retired to his own house, I wrote a letter to Mr. Falkland to that effect.

“You shall never quit it with your life,” was his reply.  “If you attempt it, you shall never cease to rue your folly as long as you exist.  Do not imagine I am afraid of you!  I wear an armour against which all your weapons are impotent.  Do you not know, miserable wretch, that I have sworn to preserve my reputation, whatever it cost?  I have dug a pit for you, and whichever way you move it is ready to swallow you.”

This speech was the dictate of frenzy, and it created in me a similar frenzy.  It determined me to do the very thing against which I was thus solemnly warned, and fly from my patron’s house.

No sooner, however, had I set off, and travelled some miles, than a horseman overtook me, and handed me a letter from Mr. Forester.  I opened the letter, and read as follows: 

“Williams:—­My brother Falkland has sent the bearer in pursuit of you.  He expects that, if found, you will return with him.  I expect it, too.  If you are a villain and a rascal, you will perhaps endeavour to fly; if your conscience tells you you are innocent, you will, out of all doubt, come back.  If you come, I pledge myself that if you clear your reputation, you shall not only be free to go wherever you please, but shall receive every assistance in my power to give.

“Valentine Forester.”

To a mind like mine, such a letter was enough to draw me from one end of the earth to the other.  I could not recall anything out of which the shadow of a criminal accusation could be extorted, and I returned with willingness and impatience.  I knew the stern inflexibility of Mr. Falkland’s mind, but I also knew his virtuous and magnanimous principles.  I could not believe my innocence could be confounded with guilt.

III.—­My Persecutions and Sufferings

Mr. Falkland accused me of having stolen money and jewels from him, and when my boxes, which I had left behind, were opened, a watch and certain jewels were found in one of them.

My amazement yielded to indignation and horror.  I protested my innocence I declared that Mr. Falkland knew I was innocent, and that while I was wholly unable to account for the articles found in my possession, I firmly believed that their being there was of Mr. Falkland’s contrivance.

Mr. Falkland now expressed his willingness to proceed no further against me, and, since I had been brought to public shame, to let me depart wherever I pleased.  I was unworthy of his resentment, he said, and he could afford to smile at my malice.

Mr. Forester, however, said this was impossible, and, as a magistrate, he thereupon committed me to prison to await my trial.  Not one of the servants who had been present at my examination expressed any compassion for me.  The robbery appeared to them atrocious, and they were indignant at my recrimination on their excellent master.