The time of _Philander's_, departure being come, he took a very careless leave of _Sylvia_, telling her he would see what commands the Prince had for him, and return in ten or twelve days. _Brilliard_ pretended some little indisposition, and begged he might be permitted to follow him, which was granted; and the next day, though Brilliard pleaded infinitely for a continuation of his happiness two or three days more, she would not grant it, but obliged him, by a thousand kind promises of it for the future, to get horses ready for her page, and woman, and her coach for herself; which accordingly was done, and they left the village, whose name I cannot now call to mind, taking with her what of value she had left. They were three days on their journey: _Brilliard_, under pretence of care of her health, the weather being hot, and for fear of overtaking _Philander_ by some accident on the road, delayed the time as much as was possible, to be as happy as he could all the while; and indeed _Sylvia_ was never seen in a humour more gay. She found this short time of hope and pleasure had brought all her banished beauties back, that care, sickness, and grief, had extremely tarnished; only her shape was a little more inclining to be fat, which did not at all however yet impair her fineness; and she was indeed too charming without, for the deformity of her indiscretion within; but she had broke the bounds of honour, and now stuck at nothing that might carry on an interest, which she resolved should be the business of her future life.