“It was situated in a dirty lane, furnished with a tawdry affectation of finery, with some old family pictures hanging on walls which their own cobwebs would better have suited.  I was struck with a secret dread at entering, nor was it lessened by the appearance of the landlady, who had that look of selfish shrewdness, which, of all others, is the most hateful to those whose feelings are untinctured with the world.  A girl, who she told us was her niece, sat by her, playing on a guitar, while herself was at work, with the assistance of spectacles, and had a prayer-book with the leaves folded down in several places, lying on the table before her.  Perhaps, sir, I tire you with my minuteness, but the place, and every circumstance about it, is so impressed on my mind, that I shall never forget it.

“I dined that day with Mr. Winbrooke alone.  He lost by degrees that restraint which I perceived too well to hang about him before, and, with his former gaiety and good humour, repeated the flattering things which, though they had once been fatal, I durst not now distrust.  At last, taking my hand and kissing it, ‘It is thus,’ said he, ’that love will last, while freedom is preserved; thus let us ever be blessed, without the galling thought that we are tied to a condition where we may cease to be so.’

“I answered, ’That the world thought otherwise:  that it had certain ideas of good fame, which it was impossible not to wish to maintain.’

“‘The world,’ said he, ’is a tyrant, they are slaves who obey it; let us be happy without the pale of the world.  To-morrow I shall leave this quarter of it, for one where the talkers of the world shall be foiled, and lose us.  Could not my Emily accompany me? my friend, my companion, the mistress of my soul!  Nay, do not look so, Emily!  Your father may grieve for a while, but your father shall be taken care of; this bank-bill I intend as the comfort for his daughter.’

“I could contain myself no longer:  ‘Wretch,’ I exclaimed, ’dost thou imagine that my father’s heart could brook dependence on the destroyer of his child, and tamely accept of a base equivalent for her honour and his own?’

“‘Honour, my Emily,’ said he, ’is the word of fools, or of those wiser men who cheat them.  ’Tis a fantastic bauble that does not suit the gravity of your father’s age; but, whatever it is, I am afraid it can never be perfectly restored to you:  exchange the word then, and let pleasure be your object now.’

“At these words he clasped me in his arms, and pressed his lips rudely to my bosom.  I started from my seat.  ‘Perfidious villain!’ said I, ’who dar’st insult the weakness thou hast undone; were that father here, thy coward soul would shrink from the vengeance of his honour!  Cursed be that wretch who has deprived him of it! oh doubly cursed, who has dragged on his hoary head the infamy which should have crushed her own!’ I snatched a knife which lay beside me, and would have plunged it in my breast, but the monster prevented my purpose, and smiling with a grin of barbarous insult —