fashionable
society as any young man of fortune about town. The magistrate
explained what had passed, and asked the major if I was not a little
deranged; but the major, who perceived what was the cause of my strange
behaviour, told him that somebody had insulted me, and that I was very
anxious to lay hold of the person who had avoided me, and who must have
been in that carriage.

"I am afraid, that after your explanation, Major Carbonnell, I must, as
a magistrate, bind over your friend, Mr Newland, to keep the peace."

To this I consented, the major and Timothy being taken as recognisances,
and then I was permitted to depart. The major sent for a hackney-coach;
and when we were going home he pointed out to me the folly of my
conduct, and received my promise to be more careful for the future.
Thus did this affair end, and for a short time I was more careful in my
appearance, and not so very anxious to look into carriages; still,
however, the idea haunted me, and I was often very melancholy. It was
about a month afterwards, that I was sauntering with the major, who now
considered me to be insane upon that point, and who would seldom allow
me to go out without him, when I again perceived the same carriage, with
the gentleman inside as before.

"There he is, major," cried I.

"There is who?" replied he.

"The man so like my father."

"What, in that carriage? that is the Bishop of E--, my good fellow.
What a strange idea you have in your head, Newland; it almost amounts to
madness. Do not be staring in that way--come along."

Still my head was turned quite round, looking at the carriage after it
had passed, till it was out of sight; but I knew who the party was, and
for the time I was satisfied, as I determined to find out his address,
and call upon him. I narrated to Timothy what had occurred, and
referring to the Red Book, I looked out the bishop's town address; and
the next day, after breakfast, having arranged my toilet with the utmost
precision, I made an excuse to the major, and set off to Portland Place.

PART TWO, CHAPTER THREE.

A CHAPTER OF MISTAKES--NO BENEFIT OF CLERGY--I ATTACK A BISHOP, AND AM
BEATEN OFF--THE MAJOR HEDGES UPON THE FILLY STAKES.

My hand trembled as I knocked at the door. It was opened. I sent in my
card, requesting the honour of an audience with his lordship. After
waiting a few minutes in an ante-room, I was ushered in. "My lord,"
said I, in a flurried manner, "will yo