Note {4} — Chapter III · : RAB’S FRIEND

“I remember I went into the room where my father’s body lay, and my mother sat weeping alone by it. I had my battledore in my hand, and fell a-beating the coffin and calling ‘Papa,’ for I know not how, I had some slight idea that he was locked up there.”—STEELE, The Tatler, June 6, 1710.