ABSTRACT
Our hero’s condition was now truly deplorable. He could not think of going to Berkeley Hall, with such infamy hanging over him; and he saw not a path / to extricate him from Miss Moody’s artful machinations. He heard her threat respecting Letitia, and had every misery to fear from the sample he had seen of her profound policy and desperate darings. Instead of returning home, he walked with quick pace in a wood, not far from her house. Unfortunately for both, her brother saw him from the window, and construed it into defiance. He put two swords under his coat, and two loaded pistols in his pocket, and then walked deliberately to the spot, accosting our hero with, ‘What are you delaying for here? Do you with a further evidence? Or, finding your guilt detected, do you feel compunction, and desire a reconciliation?’
