was not turned away quite in disgrace. The travelling chariot is come
from Lincolnshire, and I fancy I shall go in that; for the other is quite
grand.



LETTER XXX


MY DEAR FATHER AND MOTHER,

I write again, though, may be, I shall bring it to you in my pocket: for
I shall have no writing, nor writing-time, I hope, when I come to you.
This is Wednesday morning, and I shall, I hope, set out to you to-morrow
morning; but I have had more trials and more vexations; but of another
complexion too a little, though all from the same quarter.

Yesterday my master, after he came from hunting, sent for me. I went
with great terror: for I expected he would storm, and be in a fine
passion with me for my freedom of speech before: so I was resolved to
begin first, with submission, to disarm his anger; and I fell upon my
knees as soon as I saw him; and said, Good sir, let me beseech you, as
you hope to be forgiven yourself, and for the sake of my dear good lady
your mother, who recommended me to you with her last words, to forgive me
all my faults; and only grant me this favour, the last I shall ask you,
that you will let me depart your house with peace and quietness of mind,
that I may take such a leave of my dear fellow-servants as befits me; and
that my heart be not quite broken.

He took me up, in a kinder manner than ever I had known; and he said,