Sir Hargrave is the villain.
Sir Charles had earnest business in town, and he proceeded thither, after he had rescued the dear creature and committed her to the care of his sister. God forever bless him!
VII.--Mr. Reeves to George Selby, Esq.: In Continuation
February 18. I am just returned from visiting my beloved cousin, who is still weak, but is more composed than she has hitherto been, the amiable lady, Miss Grandison tells me.
Sir Charles Grandison is, indeed, a fine figure. He is the bloom of youth. I don't know that I have ever seen a handsomer or genteeler man. Well might his sister say that if he married he would break a score of hearts.
I will relate all he said in the first person, as nearly in his own words as possible.
"About two miles on this side Hounslow," said he, "I saw a chariot and six driving at a great rate.
"The coachman seemed inclined to dispute the way with mine. This occasioned a few moments' stop to both. I ordered my coachman to break the way. I don't love to stand on trifles. My horses were fresh and I had not come far.
"The curtain of the chariot we met was pulled down. I knew by the arms it was Sir Hargrave Pollexfen's.
"There was in it a gentleman who immediately pulled up the canvas.