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"Certainly, but I can't make an appointment." "And supposing I am out." "I'll go to the tavern." Having nothing better to do I sent Jarbe to one of the four-guinea wenches, telling him to advise her that she would dine with me. She came. She did not attract me sufficiently to make me attempt more than some slight toying.
I called in Jarbe and asked him whether he would prefer to take twenty guineas and his dismissal, or to continue in my service. I explained that he would have to wait in London for a week, and join me at the place from which I wrote to him. "Sir," said he, "I should like to remain in your service, and I will rejoin you wherever you please. When are you leaving?"
Six hours later he pronounced me fit to travel. I got to Dover early in the morning, and had only half an hour to stop, as the captain of the packet said that the tide would not allow of any delay. The worthy sailor little knew how well his views suited mine. I used this half hour in writing to Jarbe, telling him to rejoin me at Calais, and Mrs.
"I hope so. Good night." I left that infernal abode, and went home to bed. The End of the Story Stranger Than the Beginning At eight o'clock the next morning Jarbe told me that the Charpillon wanted to see me, and that she had sent away her chairmen. "Tell her that I can't see her." But I had hardly spoken when she came in, and Jarbe went out.
I declined at first, but as the alderman's messenger told me, through Jarbe, that the poor devil had not a farthing in his pocket, I was moved with compassion. As he was charged with uttering forged notes he had been taken to Newgate, and was in danger of being hanged.
I called in Jarbe and asked him whether he would prefer to take twenty guineas and his dismissal, or to continue in my service. I explained that he would have to wait in London for a week, and join me at the place from which I wrote to him. "Sir," said he, "I should like to remain in your service, and I will rejoin you wherever you please. When are you leaving?"
When I got to the house of Madame Cornelis, I and my Negro Jarbe were shewn upstairs, and conducted through a suite of gorgeous apartments to a room where the lady of the house was sitting with two English ladies and two English gentlemen. She received me with familiar politeness, made me sit down in an armchair beside her, and then continued the conversation in English without introducing me.
At ten o'clock the next day Jarbe came to ask if I had forgotten my engagement. "No," said I, "but it is only ten o'clock." "Yes, but we have twenty miles to go." "Twenty miles?" "Certainly, the house is at St. Albans." "It's very strange Pembroke never told me; how did you find out the address?" "He left it when he went away:" "Just like an Englishman."
At ten o'clock the next day Jarbe came to ask if I had forgotten my engagement. "No," said I, "but it is only ten o'clock." "Yes, but we have twenty miles to go." "Twenty miles?" "Certainly, the house is at St. Albans." "It's very strange Pembroke never told me; how did you find out the address?" "He left it when he went away:" "Just like an Englishman."
Leigh's losing a large sum of money, humiliated by my flight from London, indignant with Jarbe, and angry at being obliged to abandon my Portuguese project, I got into a post-chaise with Daturi, not knowing where to turn or where to go, or whether I had many more weeks to live. I had written to Venice asking M. de Bragadin to send the sum I have mentioned to Brussels instead of London.
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