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eheaded." "Pooh!" answered the husband.----"But, as to what's to bedone, it is not so easy a matter to determine. I hope, before she goesaway, we shall have the news of a battle; for, if the Chevalier shouldget the better, she may gain us interest at court, and make ourfortunes without betraying her." "Why, that's true," replied the wife;"and I heartily hope she will have it in her power. Certainly she's asweet good lady; it would go horribly against me to have her come toany harm." "Pooh!" cries the landlord, "women are always sotender-hearted. Why, you would not harbour rebels, would you?" "No,certainly," answered the wife; "and as for betraying her, come whatwill on't, nobody can blame us. It is what anybody would do in ourcase."While our politic landlord, who had not, we see, undeservedly thereputation of great wisdom among his neighbours, was engaged indebating this matter with himself (for he paid little attention to theopinion of his wife), news arrived that the rebels had given the dukethe slip, and had got a day's march towards London; and soon afterarrived a famous Jacobite squire, who, with great joy in hiscountenance, shook the landlord by the hand, saying, "All's our own,boy, ten thousand honest Frenchmen are landed in Suffolk. Old Englandfor ever! ten thousand French, my brave lad! I am going to tap awaydirectly."This news determined the opinion of the wise man, and he resolved tomake his court to the young lady when she arose; for he had now (hesaid) discovered that she was no other than Madam Jenny Cameronherself.Chapter iii.A very short chapter, in which however is a sun, a moon, a star, andan angel.The sun (for he keeps very good hours at this time of the year) hadbeen some time retired to rest when Sophia arose greatly refreshed byher sleep; which, short as it was, nothing but her extreme fatiguecould have occasioned; for, though she had told her maid, and perhapsherself too, that she was perfectly easy when she left Upton, yet itis certain her mind was a little affected with that malady which isattended with all the restless symptoms of a fever, and is perhaps thevery distemper which physicians mean (if they mean anything) by thefever on the spirits.Mrs Fitzpatrick likewise left her bed at the same time; and, havingsummoned her maid, immediately dressed herself. She was really a verypretty woman, and, had she been in any other company but that ofSophia, might have been thought beautiful; but when Mrs Honour of herown accord attended (for her mistress would not suffer her to bewaked), and had equipped our heroine, the charms of Mrs Fitzpatrick,who had performed the office of the morning-star, and had precededgreater glories, shared the fate of that star, and were totallyeclipsed the moment those glories shone forth.Perhaps Sophia never looked more beautiful than she did at thisinstant. We ought not, therefore, to condemn the maid of the inn forher hyperbole, who, when she descended, after having lighted the fire,declared, and ratified it with an oath, that if ever there was an