myself, for then Tim would be of more importance, and more useful, than
as valet with little or nothing to do."

I mentally exclaimed, "I have, I think I have, been a fool, a great
fool, but the die is cast. I will sow in sorrow, and may I reap a
harvest in joy. I feel," thought I (and I did feel), "I feel a
delightful conviction, that we shall meet again, and all this misery of
parting will be but a subject of future garrulity."

"Yes, Tim," said I in a loud Voice, "all is right."

"All's right, sir; I never thought anything was wrong, except your
annoyance at people not paying you the attention which they used to do,
when they supposed you a man of fortune."

"Very true; and Tim, recollect that if Mr Masterton speaks to you about
me, which he may after I am gone to Richmond, you tell him that before I
left, I paid that old scoundrel Emmanuel every farthing that I had
borrowed of him, and you know (and in fact so does Mr Masterton) how it
was borrowed."

"Well, sir, I will, if he does talk to me, but he seldom says much to
me."

"But he may, perhaps, Tim; and I wish him to know that I have paid every
debt I owe in the world."

"One would think that you were going to the East Indies, instead of to
Richmond, by the way you talk."

"No, Tim; I was offered a situation in the East Indies, and I refused
it; but Mr Masterton and I have not been on good terms lately, and I
wish him to know that I am out of debt. You know, for I told you all
that passed between Emmanuel and myself, how he accepted five hundred
pounds, and I paid him the thousand; and I wish Mr Masterton should
know it too, and he will then be better pleased with me."

"Never fear, sir," said Tim, "I can tell the whole story with
flourishes."

"No, Tim, nothing but the truth; but it is time I should go. Farewell,
my dear fellow. May God bless you and preserve you." And, overcome by
my feelings, I dropped my face on Timothy's shoulder, and wept.

"What is the matter? What do you mean, Japhet? Mr Newland--pray, sir,
what is the matter?"

"Timothy--it is nothing," replied I, recovering myself, "but I have been
ill; nervous lately, as you well know, and even leaving the last and
only friend I have, I may say for a few days, annoys and overcomes me."

"Oh! sir--dear Japhet, do let us leave this house, and sell your
furniture, and be off."

"I mean that it shall be so, Tim. God bless you, and farewell." I went
down stairs, the hackney-coa