A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy

But the fille de chambre hearing there were words between us, and fearing that hostilities would ensue in course, had crept silently out of her closet, and it being totally dark, had stolen so close to our beds, that she had got herself into the narrow passage which separated them, and had advanced so far up as to be in a line betwixt her mistress and me: -

So that when I stretch’d out my hand I caught hold of the fille de chambre’s -

notes:

1

Nosegay.

2

Hackney coach.

3

Plate, napkin, knife, fork and spoon.