“The apprehension of a miscarriage, obliged me to confine myself to my apartment near a fortnight; but I wrote to my uncle’s friend for money, promising ’to call on him, and explain my situation, when I was well enough to go out; mean time I earnestly intreated him, not to mention my place of abode to any one, lest my husband—­such the law considered him—­should disturb the mind he could not conquer.  I mentioned my intention of setting out for Lisbon, to claim my uncle’s protection, the moment my health would permit.’

“The tranquillity however, which I was recovering, was soon interrupted.  My landlady came up to me one day, with eyes swollen with weeping, unable to utter what she was commanded to say.  She declared, ’That she was never so miserable in her life; that she must appear an ungrateful monster; and that she would readily go down on her knees to me, to intreat me to forgive her, as she had done to her husband to spare her the cruel task.’  Sobs prevented her from proceeding, or answering my impatient enquiries, to know what she meant.

“When she became a little more composed, she took a newspaper out of her pocket, declaring, ’that her heart smote her, but what could she do?—­she must obey her husband.’  I snatched the paper from her.  An advertisement quickly met my eye, purporting, that ’Maria Venables had, without any assignable cause, absconded from her husband; and any person harbouring her, was menaced with the utmost severity of the law.’

“Perfectly acquainted with Mr. Venables’ meanness of soul, this step did not excite my surprise, and scarcely my contempt.  Resentment in my breast, never survived love.  I bade the poor woman, in a kind tone, wipe her eyes, and request her husband to come up, and speak to me himself.

“My manner awed him.  He respected a lady, though not a woman; and began to mutter out an apology.

“’Mr. Venables was a rich gentleman; he wished to oblige me, but he had suffered enough by the law already, to tremble at the thought; besides, for certain, we should come together again, and then even I should not thank him for being accessary to keeping us asunder.—­A husband and wife were, God knows, just as one,—­and all would come round at last.’  He uttered a drawling ‘Hem!’ and then with an arch look, added—­’Master might have had his little frolics—­but—­Lord bless your heart!—­men would be men while the world stands.’

“To argue with this privileged first-born of reason, I perceived, would be vain.  I therefore only requested him to let me remain another day at his house, while I sought for a lodging; and not to inform Mr. Venables that I had ever been sheltered there.

“He consented, because he had not the courage to refuse a person for whom he had an habitual respect; but I heard the pent-up choler burst forth in curses, when he met his wife, who was waiting impatiently at the foot of the stairs, to know what effect my expostulations would have on him.