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Further Conferences Between The Count And Master Wild, With Other
Matters Of The Great Kind.
The Count Missed His Money The Next Morning, And Very Well Knew
Who Had It; But, As He Knew Likewise How Fruitless Would Be Any
Complaint, He Chose To Pass It By Without Mentioning It. Indeed It
May Appear Strange To Some Readers That These Gentlemen, Who Knew
Each Other To Be Thieves, Should Never Once Give The Least Hint Of
This Knowledge In All Their Discourse Together, But, On The
Contrary, Should Have The Words Honesty, Honour, And Friendship As
Often In Their Mouths As Any Other Men. This, I Say, May Appear
Strange To Some; But Those Who Have Lived Long In Cities, Courts,
Gaols, Or Such Places, Will Perhaps Be Able To Solve The Seeming
Absurdity.
When Our Two Friends Met The Next Morning The Count (Who, Though
He Did Not Agree With The Whole Of His Friend's Doctrine, Was,
However, Highly Pleased With His Argument) Began To Bewail The
Misfortune Of His Captivity, And The Backwardness Of Friends To
Assist Each Other In Their Necessities; But What Vexed Him, He
Said, Most, Was The Cruelty Of The Fair: For He Intrusted Wild
With The Secret Of His Having Had An Intrigue With Miss Theodosia,
The Elder Of The Miss Snaps, Ever Since His Confinement, Though He
Could Not Prevail With Her To Set Him At Liberty. Wild Answered,
With A Smile, "It Was No Wonder A Woman Should Wish To Confine Her
Book 1 Chapter 6 Pg 22Lover Where She Might Be Sure Of Having Him Entirely To Herself;"
But Added, He Believed He Could Tell Him A Method Of Certainly
Procuring His Escape. The Count Eagerly Besought Him To Acquaint
Him With It. Wild Told Him Bribery Was The Surest Means, And
Advised Him To Apply To The Maid. The Count Thanked Him, But
Returned, "That He Had Not A Farthing Left Besides One Guinea,
Which He Had Then Given Her To Change." To Which Wild Said, "He
Must Make It Up With Promises, Which He Supposed He Was Courtier
Enough To Know How To Put Off." The Count Greatly Applauded The
Advice, And Said He Hoped He Should Be Able In Time To Persuade
Him To Condescend To Be A Great Man, For Which He Was So Perfectly
Well Qualified.
This Method Being Concluded On, The Two Friends Sat Down To Cards,
A Circumstance Which I Should Not Have Mentioned But For The Sake
Of Observing The Prodigious Force Of Habit; For Though The Count
Knew If He Won Ever So Much Of Mr. Wild He Should Not Receive A
Shilling, Yet Could He Not Refrain From Packing The Cards; Nor
Could Wild Keep His Hands Out Of His Friend's Pockets, Though He
Knew There Was Nothing In Them.
When The Maid Came Home The Count Began To Put It To Her; Offered
Her All He Had, And Promised Mountains In Futuro; But All In Vain--
The Maid's Honesty Was Impregnable. She Said, "She Would Not
Break Her Trust For The Whole World; No, Not If She Could Gain A
Hundred Pound By It." Upon Which Wild Stepping Up And Telling Her
"She Need Not Fear Losing Her Place, For It Would Never Be Found
Out; That They Could Throw A Pair Of Sheets Into The Street, By
Which It Might Appear He Got Out At A Window; That He Himself
Would Swear He Saw Him Descending; That The Money Would Be So Much
Gains In Her Pocket; That, Besides His Promises, Which She Might
Depend On Being Performed, She Would Receive From Him Twenty
Shillings And Ninepence In Ready Money (For She Had Only Laid Out
Threepence In Plain Spanish); And Lastly, That, Besides His
Honour, The Count Should Leave A Pair Of Gold Buttons (Which
Afterwards Turned Out To Be Brass) Of Great Value, In Her Hands,
As A Further Pawn."
The Maid Still Remained Inflexible, Till Wild Offered To Lend His
Friend A Guinea More, And To Deposit It Immediately In Her Hands.
This Reinforcement Bore Down The Poor Girl's Resolution, And She
Faithfully Promised To Open The Door To The Count That Evening.
Thus Did Our Young Hero Not Only Lend His Rhetoric, Which Few
People Care To Do Without A Fee, But His Money Too (A Sum Which
Many A Good Man Would Have Made Fifty Excuses Before He Would Have
Parted With), To His Friend, And Procured Him His Liberty.
But It Would Be Highly Derogatory From The Great Character Of
Wild, Should The Reader Imagine He Lent Such A Sum To A Friend
Without The Least View Of Serving Himself. As, Therefore, The
Reader May Easily Account For It In A Manner More Advantageous To
Our Hero's Reputation, By Concluding That He Had Some Interested
View In The Count's Enlargement, We Hope He Will Judge With
Book 1 Chapter 6 Pg 23Charity, Especially As The Sequel Makes It Not Only Reasonable But
Necessary To Suppose He Had Some Such View.
A Long Intimacy And Friendship Subsisted Between The Count And Mr.
Wild, Who, Being By The Advice Of The Count Dressed In Good
Cloaths, Was By Him Introduced Into The Best Company. They
Constantly Frequented The Assemblies, Auctions, Gaming-Tables, And
Play-Houses; At Which Last They Saw Two Acts Every Night, And Then
Retired Without Paying--This Being, It Seems, An Immemorial
Privilege Which The Beaus Of The Town Prescribe For Themselves.
This, However, Did Not Suit Wild's Temper, Who Called It A Cheat,
And Objected Against It As Requiring No Dexterity, But What Every
Blockhead Might Put In Execution. He Said It Was A Custom Very
Much Savouring Of The Sneaking-Budge, [Footnote: Shoplifting] But
Neither So Honourable Nor So Ingenious.
Wild Now Made A Considerable Figure, And Passed For A Gentleman Of
Great Fortune In The Funds. Women Of Quality Treated Him With
Great Familiarity, Young Ladies Began To Spread Their Charms For
Him, When An Accident Happened That Put A Stop To His Continuance
In A Way Of Life Too Insipid And Inactive To Afford Employment For
Those Great Talents Which Were Designed To Make A Much More
Considerable Figure In The World Than Attends The Character Of A
Beau Or A Pretty Gentleman.
Book 1 Chapter 7 Pg 24
Master Wild Sets Out On His Travels, And Returns Home Again. A
Very Short Chapter, Containing Infinitely More Time And Less
Matter Than Any Other In The Whole Story.
We Are Sorry We Cannot Indulge Our Reader's Curiosity With A Full
And Perfect Account Of This Accident; But As There Are Such
Various Accounts, One Of Which Only Can Be True, And Possibly And
Indeed Probably None; Instead Of Following The General Method Of
Historians, Who In Such Cases Set Down The Various Reports, And
Leave To Your Own Conjecture Which You Will Chuse, We Shall Pass
Them All Over.
Certain It Is That, Whatever This Accident Was, It Determined Our
Book 1 Chapter 7 Pg 25Hero's Father To Send His Son Immediately Abroad For Seven Years;
And, Which May Seem Somewhat Remarkable, To His Majesty's
Plantations In America--That Part Of The World Being, As He Said,
Freer From Vices Than The Courts And Cities Of Europe, And
Consequently Less Dangerous To Corrupt A Young Man's Morals. And
As For The Advantages, The Old Gentleman Thought They Were Equal
There With Those Attained In The Politer Climates; For Travelling,
He Said, Was Travelling In One Part Of The World As Well As
Another; It Consisted In Being Such A Time From Home, And In
Traversing So Many Leagues; And [He] Appealed To Experience
Whether Most Of Our Travellers In France And Italy Did Not Prove
At Their Return That They Might Have Been Sent As Profitably To
Norway And Greenland.
According To These Resolutions Of His Father, The Young Gentleman
Went Aboard A Ship, And With A Great Deal Of Good Company Set Out
For The American Hemisphere. The Exact Time Of His Stay Is
Somewhat Uncertain; Most Probably Longer Than Was Intended. But
Howsoever Long His Abode There Was, It Must Be A Blank In This
History, As The Whole Story Contains Not One Adventure Worthy The
Reader's Notice; Being Indeed A Continued Scene Of Whoring,
Drinking, And Removing From One Place To Another.
To Confess A Truth, We Are So Ashamed Of The Shortness Of This
Chapter, That We Would Have Done A Violence To Our History, And
Have Inserted An Adventure Or Two Of Some Other Traveller; To
Which Purpose We Borrowed The Journals Of Several Young Gentlemen
Who Have Lately Made The Tour Of Europe; But To Our Great Sorrow,
Could Not Extract A Single Incident Strong Enough To Justify The
Theft To Our Conscience.
When We Consider The Ridiculous Figure This Chapter Must Make,
Being The History Of No Less Than Eight Years, Our Only Comfort
Is, That The Histories Of Some Men's Lives, And Perhaps Of Some
Men Who Have Made A Noise In The World, Are In Reality As Absolute
Blanks As The Travels Of Our Hero. As, Therefore, We Shall Make
Sufficient Amends In The Sequel For This Inanity, We Shall Hasten
On To Matters Of True Importance And Immense Greatness. At Present
We Content Ourselves With Setting Down Our Hero Where We Took Him
Up, After Acquainting Our Reader That He Went Abroad, Staid Seven
Years, And Then Came Home Again.
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