) desired
the Favour of his Company.
    Mr. Booth immediately obeyed the Message, and was conducted into a Room in
the Prison, where he was presently convinced that Mrs. Vincent was no other than
his old Acquaintance Miss Mathews.
 



                                   Chapter VI

 

   Containing the extraordinary Behaviour of Miss Mathews on her meeting with
Booth, and some Endeavours to prove by Reason and Authority, that it is possible
              for a Woman to appear to be what she really is not.

Eight or nine Years had past since any Interview between Mr. Booth and Miss
Mathews; and their meeting now in so extraordinary a Place affected both of them
with an equal Surprize.
    After some immaterial Ceremonies, the Lady acquainted Mr. Booth, that having
heard there was a Person in the Prison who knew her by the Name of Mathews, she
had great Curiosity to enquire who he was, whereupon he had been shewn to her
from the Window of the House; that she immediately recollected him, and being
informed of his distressful Situation, for which she expressed great Concern,
she had sent him that Guinea which he had received the Day before; and then
proceeded to excuse herself for not having desired to see him at that time, when
she was under the greatest Disorder and Hurry of Spirits.
    Booth made many handsome Acknowledgments of her Favour; and added, that he
very little wondered at the Disorder of her Spirits, concluding, that he was
heartily concerned at seeing her there; »but I hope, Madam,« said he -
    Here he hesitated; upon which, bursting into an Agony of Tears, she cried
out, »O Captain, Captain, many extraordinary Things have past since last I saw
you. O gracious Heaven! did I ever expect that this would be the next Place of
our meeting!«
    She then flung herself into her Chair, where she gave a Loose to her
Passion, whilst he, in the most affectionate and tender Manner, endeavoured to
sooth and comfort her; but Passion itself did probably more for its own Relief
than all his friendly Consolations. Having vented this in a large Flood of
Tears, she became pretty well composed; but Booth unhappily mentioning her
Father, she again relapsed into an Agony, and cried out, »Why? why will you
repeat the Name of that dear Man? I have disgraced him, Mr. Booth, I am unworthy
the Name of his Daughter.« - Here Passion again stopped her Words, and
discharged itself in Tears.
    After this second Vent of Sorrow or Shame; or, if the Reader pleases, of
Rage, she once more recovered from her
