and the magistrate were much surprised when the Major asserted that I
was his most particular friend, Mr Newland, who possessed ten thousand
pounds per annum, and who was as well known in 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.

Chapter XXVII

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