 Foot: In Reality, she looked on our Heroe as a
sorry Scoundrel, and therefore treated him as such, for which not even Jones
himself, had he known as much as the Reader, could have blamed her; nay, on the
contrary, he must have approved her Conduct, and have esteemed her the more for
the Disrespect shewn towards himself. This is indeed a most aggravating
Circumstance which attends depriving Men unjustly of their Reputation; for a Man
who is conscious of having an ill Character, cannot justly be angry with those
who neglect and slight him; but ought rather to despise such as affect his
Conversation, unless where a perfect Intimacy must have convinced them that
their Friend's Character hath been falsely and injuriously aspersed.
    This was not, however, the Case of Jones; for as he was a perfect Stranger
to the Truth, so he was with good Reason offended at the Treatment he received.
He therefore paid his Reckoning and departed, highly against the Will of Mr.
Partridge, who having remonstrated much against it to no Purpose, at last
condescended to take up his Knapsack, and to attend his Friend.
 

                                   Chapter IX

Containing several Dialogues between Jones and Partridge, concerning Love, Cold,
Hunger, and other Matters; with the lucky and narrow Escape of Partridge, as he
        was on the very Brink of making a fatal Discovery to his Friend.
 
The Shadows began now to descend larger from the high Mountains: The feather'd
Creation had betaken themselves to their Rest. Now the highest Order of Mortals
were sitting down to their Dinners, and the lowest Order to their Suppers. In a
Word, the Clock struck five just as Mr. Jones took his Leave of Gloucester; an
Hour at which (as it was now Midwinter) the dirty Fingers of Night would have
drawn her sable Curtain over the Universe, had not the Moon forbid her, who now
with a Face as broad and as red as those of some jolly Mortals, who, like her,
turn Night into Day, began to rise from her Bed, where she had slumbred away the
Day, in order to sit up all Night. Jones had not travelled far before he paid
his Compliments to that beautiful Planet, and turning to his Companion, asked
him, If he had ever beheld so delicious an Evening. Partridge making no ready
Answer to his Question, he proceeded to comment on the Beauty of the Moon, and
repeated some Passages from Milton, who hath certainly excelled all other Poets
in his Description of the heavenly Luminaries. He then told Partridge the Story
from the Spectator, of two
