There was something foreign in her accent, though it was difficult to discover whether she was an English or a French woman. She was very well dressed, and seemed so entirely at a loss what to do, that Mrs. Mirvan proposed to the Captain to assist her.
"Assist her!" cried he, "ay, with all my heart;—let a link-boy call her a coach."
There was not one to be had, and it rained very fast.
"Mon Dieu," exclaimed the stranger, "what shall become of me? Je suis au désespoir!"
"Dear Sir," cried Miss Mirvan, "pray let us take the poor lady into our coach. She is quite alone, and a foreigner—."
"She's never the better for that," answered he:
"she may be a woman of the town, for any thing you know."
"She does not appear such," said Mrs. Mirvan, "and indeed she seems so much distressed, that we shall but follow the golden rule, if we carry her to her lodgings."
"You are mighty fond of new acquaintance," returned he, "but first let us know if she be going our way."
Upon enquiry, we found that she lived in Oxford Road, and, after some disputing, the Captain, surlily, and with a very badgrace,
