lfil
his wishes, when the note was put in my hands. I read it, stated its
contents to my father, and, with his permission, immediately jumped
into a hackney-coach, and drove to Welbeck Street.

On my arrival I found poor Mrs Cophagus in a state of syncope, and
Susannah attending her. I sent for the surgeon who had been called in,
and then went up to Mr Cophagus. He was much better than I expected--calm,
and quite sensible. His wounds had been dressed by the surgeon, but he
did not appear to be aware of the extent of the injury he had received.
When the surgeon came I questioned him. He informed me that although
much hurt, he did not consider that there was any danger to be
apprehended; there were no bones broken; the only fear that he had was,
that there might be some internal injury; but at present that could not
be ascertained. I thanked him, and consoled Mrs Cophagus with this
information. I then returned to her husband, who shook his head, and
muttered, as I put my ear down to hear him, "Thought so--come to
London--full of mad bulls--tossed--die--and so on."

"O no!" replied I, "the surgeon says that there is no danger. You will
be up in a week--but now you must keep very quiet. I will send Mrs
Cophagus to you."

I went out, and finding her composed, I desired her to go to her
husband, who wished to see her, and I was left alone with Susannah.
I told her all that had passed, and after two delightful hours had
escaped, I returned home to the hotel. My father had waited up for
some time, and finding that I did not return, had retired. When I met
him the next morning I mentioned what the surgeon had said, but stated
that, in my opinion, there was great cause for alarm in a man of Mr
Cophagus's advanced age. My father agreed with me, but could not help
pointing out what a good opportunity this would afford for my paying my
attentions to Miss Temple, as it was natural that I should be interested
about so old a friend as Mr Cophagus. My filial duty inclined me to
reply, that I should certainly avail myself of such a favourable
opportunity.

My adventures are now drawing to a close. I must pass over three months,
during which my father had taken and furnished a house in Grosvenor
Square; and I, whenever I could spare time, had, under the auspices of
Lord Windermear, again been introduced into the world as Mr De Benyon. I
found that the new name was considered highly respectable, my father's
hall tables were loaded wit