A letter, too, he gave (I never read it)
Of good advice, and two or three of credit.”
Next morning I called at the quaker’s house to say adieu in form, and found the ladies at home. I sate for a long half-hour; but had I remained till doomsday, I fancy Mrs. Pryme would have knitted on. At last I took a ceremonious leave; and—confound all stiff-backed gentlewomen who won’t leave young people to themselves—Rachael and I parted without the kiss of peace.
CHAPTER XIII. MARK ANTONY IN LOVE FIRST, AND IN TROUBLE AFTERWARDS.
“Oh, Heaven! that such companions thou’dst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip,
To lash the rascal naked through the world.”