ootman answered him, and told him his lady was not at home,
but there was Mrs. Amy above; so he did not order her to be called down,
but went upstairs into the dining-room, and Mrs. Amy came to him. He
asked where I was. "My lord," said she, "my mistress has been removed a
good while from hence, and lives at Kensington." "Ah, Mrs. Amy! how came
you to be here, then?" "My lord," said she, "we are here till the
quarter-day, because the goods are not removed, and to give answers if
any comes to ask for my lady." "Well, and what answer are you to give to
me?" "Indeed, my lord," says Amy, "I have no particular answer to your
lordship, but to tell you and everybody else where my lady lives, that
they may not think she's run away." "No, Mrs. Amy," says he, "I don't
think she's run away; but, indeed, I can't go after her so far as
that." Amy said nothing to that, but made a courtesy, and said she
believed I would be there again for a week or two in a little time. "How
little time, Mrs Amy?" says my lord. "She comes next Tuesday," says Amy.
"Very well," says my lord; "I'll call and see her then;" and so he went
away.

Accordingly I came on the Tuesday, and stayed a fortnight, but he came
not; so I went back to Kensington, and after that I had very few of his
lordship's visits, which I was very glad of, and in a little time after
was more glad of it than I was at first, and upon a far better account
too.

For now I began not to be sick of his lordship only, but really I began
to be sick of the vice; and as I had good leisure now to divert and
enjoy myself in the world as much as it was possible for any woman to do
that ever lived in it, so I found that my judgment began to prevail upon
me to fix my delight upon nobler objects than I had formerly done, and
the very beginning of this brought some just reflections upon me
relating to things past, and to the former manner of my living; and
though there was not the least hint in all this from what may be called
religion or conscience, and far from anything of repentance, or anything
that was akin to it, especially at first, yet the sense of things, and
the knowledge I had of the world, and the vast variety of scenes that I
had acted my part in, began to work upon my senses, and it came so very
strong upon my mind one morning when I had been lying awake some time
in my bed, as if somebody had asked me the question, What was I a whore
for now? It occurred naturally upon this inquiry, t