Up we all went, passing the lady’s door into the dining-room, to proceed to trial.——
Stamp, stamp, stamp up, each on her heels; rave, rave, rave, every tongue——
Bring up the creature before us all this instant!——
And would she have got out of the house, say you?—
These the noises and the speeches as we clattered by the door of the fair bribress.
Up was brought Dorcas (whimpering) between two, both bawling out—You must go—You shall go—’Tis fit you should answer for yourself—You are a discredit to all worthy servants—as they pulled and pushed her up stairs.—She whining, I cannot see his honour—I cannot look so good and so generous a gentleman in the face—O how shall I bear my aunt’s ravings?——
Come up, and be d—n’d—Bring her forward, her imperial judge—What a plague, it is the detection, not the crime, that confounds you. You could be quiet enough for days together, as I see by the date, under the villany. Tell me, ungrateful devil, tell me who made the first advances?
Ay, disgrace to my family and blood, cried the old one—tell his honour—tell the truth!—Who made the first advances?——
Ay, cursed creature, cried Sally, who made the first advances?
I have betrayed one trust already!—O let me not betray another!—My lady is a good lady!—O let not her suffer!—