“Very good,” said he; “may I come and see you?”

“Certainly,” I replied.

After a friendly hand-shake we set out once more, and were soon back in London.

Gabrielle was done up and went to bed directly; she slept on till the next morning without my disturbing her peaceful sleep, and when she awoke and found herself in my arms, she began to philosophise.

“How easy it is,” said she, “to be happy when one is rich, and how sad it is to see happiness out of one’s reach for lack of a little money.  Yesterday I was the happiest of beings, and why should I not be as happy all my days?  I would gladly agree that my life should be short provided that it should be a happy one.”

I, too, philosophised, but my reflections were sombre.  I saw my resources all but exhausted, and I began to meditate a journey to Lisbon.  If my fortune had been inexhaustible, the Hanoverians might have held me in their silken fetters to the end of my days.  It seemed to me as if I loved them more like a father than a lover, and the fact that I slept with them only added to the tenderness of the tie.  I looked into Gabrielle’s eyes, and there I saw but love.  How could such a love exist in her unless she were naturally virtuous, and yet devoid of those prejudices which are instilled into us in our early years.

The next day Pembroke called and asked me to give him a dinner.  Augusta delighted him.  He made proposals to her which excited her laughter as he did not want to pay till after the event, and she would not admit this condition.  However, he gave her a bank note for ten guineas before he left, and she accepted it with much grace.  The day after he wrote her a letter, of which I shall speak presently.

A few minutes after the nobleman had gone the mother sent for me to come to her, and after paying an eloquent tribute to my virtues, my generosity, and my unceasing kindness towards her family, she made the following proposal: 

“As I feel sure that you have all the love of a father for my daughters, I wish you to become their father in reality!  I offer you my hand and heart; become my husband, you will be their father, their lord and mine.  What do you say to this?”

I bit my lips hard and had great difficulty in restraining my inclination to laughter.  Nevertheless, the amazement, the contempt, and the indignation which this unparalleled piece of impudence aroused in me soon brought me to myself.  I perceived that this consummate hypocrite had counted on an abrupt refusal, and had only made this ridiculous offer with the idea of convincing me that she was under the impression that I had left her daughters as I had found them, and that the money I had spent on them was merely a sign of my tender and fatherly affection.  Of course she knew perfectly well how the land lay, but she thought to justify herself by taking this step.  She was aware that I could only look upon such a proposal as an insult, but she did not care for that.