ABSTRACT
On the evening of the same day, I was informed that a lady wished to speak with me; and, on my consenting to see her, Mrs. Woodford entered my apartment. Her astonishment was only to be equalled by her kindness; she offered to bail me, and to find a friend who would join in the surety – she named Mr. Optic as certain to step forward in the cause of humanity; and with disgust informed me that the persons to whom I had written for consolation, though they refused to grant my request, had blazoned my disgrace over one half the metropolis.
