gh Charles that I knew the tale) that Willy's
parting words to him were 'Do not fret, Charles--after all, my boy is
now settled in life, and I am a cat with nine lives, and should fall on
my legs if thrown out of a garret window. Don't fret.' So he kept the
secret, and told the money-lender to hold his tongue. Poor Willy! I
never asked a rich friend to lend me money but once in my life. It was
then I went to Guy Darrell, who was in full practice, and said to him:
'Lend me one thousand pounds. I may never repay you.' 'Five thousand
pounds, if you like it,' said he. 'One will do.'

"I took the money and sent it to Willy. Alas! he returned it, writing
word that 'Providence had been very kind to him; he had just been
appointed to a capital place, with a magnificent salary.' The cat had
fallen on its legs. He bade me comfort Haughton with that news. The
money went back into Darrell's pocket, and perhaps wandered thence
to Charles Haughton's creditors. Now for the appointment. At the
country-house to which Willy had returned destitute, he had met
a stranger (no relation), who said to him: 'You live with these
people--shoot their game--break in their horses--see to their farms--and
they give you nothing! You are no longer very young--you should lay by
your little income, and add to it. Live with me and I will give you L300
a-year. I am parting with my steward--take his place, but be my friend.'
William Losely of course closed with the proposition. This gentleman,
whose name was Gunston, I had known slightly in former times--(people
say I know everybody)--a soured, bilious, melancholy, indolent,
misanthropical old bachelor. With a splendid place universally admired,
and a large estate universally envied, he lived much alone, ruminating
on the bitterness of life and the nothingness of worldly blessings.
Meeting Willy at the country-house to which, by some predestined
relaxation of misanthropy, he had been decoyed-for the first time for
years Mr. Gunston was heard to laugh. He said to himself, 'Here is a
man who actually amuses me.' William Losely contrived to give the
misanthrope a new zest of existence; and when he found that business
could be made pleasant, the rich man conceived an interest in his own
house, gardens, property. For the sake of William's merry companionship,
he would even ride over his farms, and actually carried a gun.
Meanwhile, the property, I am told, was really well managed. Ah! that
fellow Willy was a bor