Nat. My anxiety returned.
At last I turned a corner into Alum Court â and there was the printerâs shop, with the sign of the hand and pen, like Maryâs, and the name
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above it. The drop-down counter that opened onto the street carried a stock of quills and ink and various kinds of notebook. A youth minded it. I caught his eye and asked, âIs Nathaniel Lacon within?â
The boy called his name. And then Nat came out of the back of the shop, looking just as I remembered him: young for his age, ink-stained, fair hair hanging in untidy curls. He knew me at once.
âSusanna!â he exclaimed.
I stepped into the shop and he caught me in a hug which drew all eyes to us and brought tears to mine.
He set me at armâs length, still holding on to me. âSu, how didst thou get here? Did Will send for thee?â
âNo. I came alone. Will doesnât know. I had to come; his letter, and thine, made me so afraid. Is he ill, Nat? Where is he? I went to your lodgings but the woman said to ask theeâ¦â
âThereâs no need to fear.â
He led me further into the shop and introduced me briefly to the other men as a Friend from home. The sound of the press, the smells of ink and paper, the printed sheets hanging to dry, were all familiar to me and, despite the noise and activity, somehow calming.
âHeâs with our Friend Edmund Ramsey,â said Nat. âEdmund is a wealthy man, a merchant. He took Will from Newgate to care for him. Will has been very sick, but thou need not fear for him now. He is still living at Edmund Ramseyâs house.â
âAnd is he recovered?â
âI hear he is much improved.â
So the two had not met recently.
âWhere is this house? Is it near? I must see him.â
âThrogmorton Street. Itâs near the Exchange. Not far.â He glanced at his idle press. âIâll go there when IÂ finish work â tell him thouârt here.â Then, seeing my face, he added, âOr Iâll take thee.â
âBut, Nat, I can go myself, and see him at once.â IÂ couldnât bear to wait.
He ran an inky hand through his hair and frowned. âI wouldnât go there alone, Su. Theyâre grand folk ⦠big houseâ¦â
âI donât care about that! Theyâre Friends, you say? They wonât refuse to let me in.â
âNo, of course not.â But he still seemed uncertain. When he saw that I was determined to go alone he gave me directions and said, âIâll speak to thee tomorrow, perhaps, and hear thy news?â
âYes, for sure. Iâm staying at the Three Tuns in Martinâs Lane.â
So I left him. I could not wait, now, to find Will. I left Alum Court and, following Natâs instructions, found my way to Cheapside. Despite the press of people, there were still many shops closed and an atmosphere of dejection about the place as the light began to fade. The air was colder now, and I walked on quickly, looking about me till I came upon what must be the entrance to the Exchange. I stopped and gazed in at the large pillared courtyard, crowded with people, and surrounded on three sides by shops â two storeys of them â lit with candles that shone in the deepening dusk. I stood entranced, for I had seen nothing like it before.
A woman near by smiled at me. She wore a fine fur jacket cut low to show her white bosom.
âItâs a sad sight,â she said. âHalf the shops still shut, and no one of quality here.â
âBut itâs beautiful,â I said.
She looked me over. âDown from the north, are you?â
âYes.â I began to retreat. I wanted to be on my way now.
But she laid a hand on my arm. âIf you need a place to stay, I can help you.â
I saw then what she was about, and said, âI thank thee, no,â and moved quickly away. Instead I asked a respectable-looking maidservant,
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