CHAPTER SEVENTH.Bardolph.—The sheriff, with a monstrous watch, is at the door.
Henry IV. First Part.
I found out with some difficulty the apartment which was destined for my accommodation; and having secured myself the necessary good-will and attention from my uncle's domestics, by using the means they were most capable of comprehending, I secluded myself there for the remainder of the evening, conjecturing, from the fair way in which I had left my new relatives, as well as from the distant noise which continued to echo from the stone-hall (as their banqueting-room was called), that they were not likely to be fitting company for a sober man.
"What could my father mean by sending me to be an inmate in this strange family?" was my first and most natural reflection. My uncle, it was plain,
