A diligence engaged to deliver me within a few miles of Sarkeld.

I wrote a letter to my aunt Dorothy, telling her facts, and one to the squire, beginning, 'We were caught on our arrival in London by the thickest fog ever remembered,' as if it had been settled on my departure from Riversley that Temple and I were bound for London.

Miss Goodwin was my post-bag.

She said when we had dined, about two hours before the starting of the diligence, 'Don't you think you ought to go and wish that captain of the vessel you sailed in goodbye ?' I fell into her plot so far as to walk down to the quays on the river-side and reconnoitre the ship.

But there I saw my prison.