Well—­we arrive at an hotel, very superb, all as it ought, and I demand a morsel to refresh myself.  I go into a salon, but before I finish, great noise come into the passage, and I pull the bell’s rope to demand why so great tapage?  The waiter tell me, and he laugh at same time, but very civil no less, “Oh, sir, it is only two of the women what quarrel, and one has given another a box on the ear.”

Well—­I go back on the coach-box, but I look, as I pass, at all the women ear, for the box; but not none I see.  “Well,” I tell myself once more, “never mind, we shall see;” and we drive on very passable and agreeable times till we approached ourselves near London; but then come one another coach of the opposition to pass by, and the coachman say, “No, my boy, it shan’t do!” and then he whip his horses, and made some traverse upon the road, and tell to me, all the times, a long explication what the other coachman have done otherwhiles, and finish not till we stop, and the coach of opposition come behind him in one narrow place.  Well—­then he twist himself round, and, with full voice, cry himself out at the another man, who was so angry as himself, “I’ll tell you what, my hearty!  If you comes some more of your gammon at me, I shan’t stand, and you shall yourself find in the wrong box.”  It was not for many weeks after as I find out the wrong box meaning.

Well—­we get at London, at the coaches office, and I unlightened from my seat, and go at the bureau for pay my passage, and gentleman very politely demanded if I had some friend at London.  I converse with him very little time in voyaging, because he was in the interior; but I perceive he is real gentleman.  So, I say, “No, sir, I am stranger.”  Then he very honestly recommend me at an hotel, very proper, and tell me, “Sir, because I have some affairs at the Banque, I must sleep in the city this night; but to-morrow I shall come at the hotel, where you shall find some good attentions if you make the use of my name.”  “Very well,” I tell myself, “this is best.”  So we exchange the cards, and I have hackney coach to come at my hotel, where they say, “No room, sir,—­very sorry,—­no room.”  But I demand to stop the moment, and produce the card what I could not read before, in the movements of the coach with the darkness.  The master of the hotel take it from my hand, and become very polite at the instant, and whisper at the ear of some waiters, and these come at me, and say, “Oh yes, sir.  I know Mr. Box very well.  Worthy gentleman, Mr. Box.—­Very proud to incommode any friend of Mr. Box—­pray inlight yourself, and walk in my house.”  So I go in, and find myself very proper, and soon come so as if I was in my own particular chamber; and Mr. Box come next day, and I find very soon that he was the right Box, and not the wrong box.—­Ha, ha!—­You shall excuse my badinage,—­eh?  But never mind—­I am going at Leicestershire to see the foxes hunting, and perhaps will get upon