On my return to London nothing remarkable occurred for some time; but my old acquaintance, Dr. Lembeck, the friend of Sir Neil Eccles, called several times upon me, and always inquired particularly how I was getting my affairs settled. The same inquiry was so often repeated, that at last it struck me as something odd, and not made without design; but I took no other notice of it, than by simply saying my discharge was signed by nearly all the creditors. He was one of Sir Neil's executors, and it occurred to me that, knowing the relationship in which my wife stood to the Baronet, he was surprised that his old friend had not left me any legacy. I was surprised I must confess too; but so many interesting occurrences were about me at the period of his death, that the omission did not make so deep an impression as it would have done in a period of less inquietude.

In the mean time, my Jamaica friends were quite as good as their promise. I received from them several important consignments, from which I derived a respectable income; but the chance of making a fortune, or of even saving to the extent of my original little capital, was not in it. A change however, in consequence, was induced on my condition. My friends, connected with the manufacturers, gradually became strangers—not, however, owing to any alteration in their sentiments towards me, but to the different directions in which our respective pursuits lay.