 took up so much Time, that as our Fund was so very low, we
were reduced to some Distress, and obliged to live extremely penurious; nor
would all do, without my taking a most disagreeable Way of procuring Money, by
pawning one of my Gowns.
    Mr. Bennet was now settled in a Curacy in Town, greatly to his Satisfaction;
and our Affairs seemed to have a prosperous Aspect, when he came home to me one
Morning in much apparent Disorder, looking as pale as Death, and begged me by
some Means or other to get him a Dram; for that he was taken with a sudden
Faintness and Lowness of Spirits.
    Frighted as I was, I immediately ran down Stairs, and procured some Rum of
the Mistress of the House; the first Time indeed I ever knew him drink any. When
he came to himself, he begged me not to be alarmed; for it was no Distemper, but
something that had vexed him, which had caused his Disorder, which he had now
perfectly recovered.
    He then told me the whole Affair. He had hitherto deferred paying a Visit to
the Lord whom I mentioned to have been formerly his Fellow Collegiate, and was
now his Neighbour, till he could put himself in decent Rigging. He had now
purchased a new Cassock, Hat and Wig, and went to pay his Respects to his old
Acquaintance, who had received from him many Civilities and Assistances in his
Learning at the University, and had promised to return them fourfold hereafter.
    It was not without some Difficulty that Mr. Bennet got into the Antichamber.
Here he waited, or, as the Phrase is, cooled his Heels for above an Hour, before
he saw his Lordship; nor had he seen him then, but by an Accident: For my Lord
was going out, when he casually intercepted him in his Passage to his Chariot.
He approached to salute him with some Familiarity, tho' with Respect, depending
on his former Intimacy, when my Lord stepping short very gravely told him, he
had not the Pleasure of knowing him. How! my Lord, said he, can you have so soon
forgot your old Acquaintance Tom Bennet? O Mr. Bennet, cries his Lordship, with
much Reserve, is it you? You will pardon my Memory. I am glad to see you, Mr.
Bennet; but you must excuse me at present: For I am in very great Haste. He then
broke from him, and without more Ceremony, or any further Invitation, went
directly into his Chariot.
    This cold Reception from a Person for
