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They heard that Miss Thoroughbung was a clever woman, but they did not believe her to be a lady. Matthew had said a few words to the cook as to a public-house at Stevenage. She had told him not to be an old fool, and that he would lose his money, but she had thought of the public-house. There had been a mutinous feeling. Matthew helped his master out of the carriage, and then came a revulsion.
The first day he walked above twenty miles, to Stevenage, in Hertfordshire, where he arrived late at night, footsore and faint, having been without any refreshment the whole day. He rested for the night in an old barn, on some trusses of clover, taking the singular precaution, before lying down, of placing his head towards the north, so as to know in which direction to start the next morning.
'The Duchess of Stevenage has dined in Grosvenor Square since I have been there. 'We all know what that means, replied Lady Monogram. 'And people are giving their eyes to be asked to the dinner party which he is to give to the Emperor in July; and even to the reception afterwards. 'To hear you talk, Georgiana, one would think that you didn't understand anything, said Lady Monogram.
Prosper himself was the stupidest ass! At Welwyn people smelled of the City. At Stevenage the parsons' set began. Baldock was a caput mortuum of dulness. Royston was alive only on market-days. Of his own father's house, and even of his mother and sisters, he entertained ideas that savored a little of depreciation.
There was but little time for a man to go about town and pick up the truth from those who were really informed; and questions were asked in an uncomfortable and restless manner. 'Is your Grace going? said Lionel Lupton to the Duchess of Stevenage, having left the House and gone into the park between six and seven to pick up some hints among those who were known to have been invited.
And so away to Stevenage, and staid till a showre was over, and so rode easily to Welling, where we supped well, and had two beds in the room and so lay single, and still remember it that of all the nights that ever I slept in my life I never did pass a night with more epicurism of sleep; there being now and then a noise of people stirring that waked me, and then it was a very rainy night, and then I was a little weary, that what between waking and then sleeping again, one after another, I never had so much content in all my life, and so my wife says it was with her.
So things being put in order at the Office, I home to do the like there; and so to bed. At Barnet, for milk, 6d. On the highway, to menders of the highway, 6d. Dinner at Stevenage, 5s. 6d. Spent at Huntingdon with Bowles, and Appleyard, and Shepley, 2s. My father, for money lent, and horse-hire L1 11s.
And there is a fallen branch where we can sit and put our feet out of the wet. Oh! it's so good to be out of things again clean out of things with you. Look! there is a stag watching us." "You're glad to be with me?" I ask, jealous of the very sunrise. "I am always glad," she says, "to be with you. Why don't we always get up at dawn, Stevenage, every day of our lives?"
Then taking leave, W. Joyce and I set out, calling T. Trice at Bugden, and thence got by night to Stevenage, and there mighty merry, though I in bed more weary than the other two days, which, I think, proceeded from our galloping so much, my other weariness being almost all over; but I find that a coney skin in my breeches preserves me perfectly from galling, and that eating after I come to my Inne, without drinking, do keep me from being stomach sick, which drink do presently make me.
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