I felt some degree of
fever, was very restless all night, and so I kept my bed very late
the next morning, until the woman of the house came and aroused me
by saying she had been uneasy on my account. And now I formed the
resolution to go to Leicester in the post-coach.
I was now only four miles from Loughborough, a small, and I think,
not a very handsome town, where I arrived late at noon, and dined at
the last inn on the road that leads to Leicester. Here again, far
beyond expectation, the people treated me like a gentleman, and let
me dine in the parlour.
From Loughborough to Leicester was only ten miles, but the road was
sandy and very unpleasant walking.
I came through a village called Mountsorrel, which perhaps takes its
name from a little hill at the end of it. As for the rest, it was
all one large plain, all the way to Leicester.
Towards evening I came to a pleasant meadow just before I got to
Leicester, through which a footpath led me to the town, which made a
good appearance as I viewed it lengthways, and indeed much larger
than it really is.
