ABSTRACT
I pursued my course, talking to myself incoherently, looking like one distracted, and totally disregarding the foot passengers, who made way for me with pity and astonishment. Entering Hyde-park-corner, I met Mrs. Woodford. I shrunk almost to the earth, and passed her unobserved: – she was in Mrs. O’Liffy’s carriage, and they were driving furiously towards Knightsbridge. I had not proceeded fifty yards, when two men, directed by the Duke of Heartwing’s insolent servant, seized me; a crowd assembled; the circumstance of my having been advertised, with so large a reward for apprehending me, convinced the inquisitive spectators (for an English populace is easily taught to believe any thing) that I was a notorious offender. The state of my mind precluding the possibility of making any rational defence, I was hustled into an hackney coach; and, followed by a long train of the idle and the curious, conveyed to a justice of the peace for further examination.
