Tom Clarke, running up to the knight, with his eyes brimful of joy and
affection, forgot all the forms of distant respect, and throwing his arms
round his neck, blubbered in his bosom.

Our hero did not receive this proof of attachment unmoved. He strained
him in his embrace, honoured him with the title of his deliverer, and
asked him by what miracle he had discovered the place of his confinement.
The lawyer began to unfold the various steps he had taken with equal
minuteness and self-complacency, when Crowe, dragging the doctor still by
the collar, shook his old friend by the hand, protesting he was never so
overjoyed since he got clear of a Sallee rover on the coast of Barbary;
and that two glasses ago he would have started all the money he had in
the world in the hold of any man who would have shown Sir Launcelot safe
at his moorings. The knight having made a proper return to this sincere
manifestation of goodwill, desired him to dismiss that worthless fellow,
meaning the doctor; who, finding himself released, withdrew with some
precipitation.

Then our adventurer, attended by his friends, walked off with a
deliberate pace to the outward gate, which he found open, and getting
into one of the coaches, was entertained by the way to his own house with
a detail of every measure which had been pursued for his release.

In his own parlour he found Mrs. Dolly Cowslip, who had been waiting with
great fear and impatience for the issue of Mr. Clarke's adventure. She
now fell upon her knees, and bathed the knight's hands with tears of joy;
while the face of this young woman, recalling the idea of her mistress,
roused his heart to strong emotions, and stimulated his mind to the
immediate achievement he had already planned. As for Mr. Crabshaw, he
was not the last to signify his satisfaction at his master's return.