current, on condition that he does not attempt to revisit
England till he receives permission so to do.

"We are, most respected friend,

"Your obedient servants,

"BENNETT, FORD, AND CO.

"Mynheer Von Kapell."

"My life on't," said Yansen, "'tis the very lad I saw this day, walking
up and down in front of the Exchange, who appeared half out of his wits;
looking anxiously for some particular object, yet shunning general
observation: his person answers the description."

"That's fortunate," said the merchant, "you must devote the morrow to
searching for him; bring him to me if possible, and I'll do my utmost to
serve my excellent friends, Bennett and Ford of London."

Early next morning, Yansen went to the Exchange, and kept an anxious
watch for many hours in vain; he was returning hopeless, when he saw the
identical youth coming out of the door of a Jew money-changer; he
brushed hastily past him, exclaiming, "The unconscionable scoundrel!
seventy per cent, for bills on the best house in England!"

Yansen approached him. "Young gentleman," said he, in a very mild tone,
"you appear to have met with some disappointment from that griping
wretch, Levi. If you have any business to transact, my house is close
by; I shall be happy to treat with you."

"Willingly," replied the youth, "the sooner the better. I must leave
Hamburgh at day-break."

The clerk led him to the house of the merchant, and entered it by a
small side door, desiring the young man to be seated, whilst he gave
some directions. In a few minutes he reappeared, bringing Von Kapell
with him. The worthy Hamburgher having no talent for a roundabout way of
doing business, said bluntly, "So Mynheer! we are well met; it will be
useless to attempt disguise with me; look at this!" and he put into his
hand the letter he had the night before received.

Overwhelmed with consternation, the young man fell at his feet.

"Oh heaven!" he cried, "I am lost for ever--my father, my indulgent, my
honourable father, is heart-broken and disgraced by my villany. My
mother!" Here he became nearly inaudible, and hid his face in his hands.
"You," he continued, "are spared all participation in the agony your
wretched son is suffering."

"Boy, boy!" said the merchant, raising him, and quite melted at this
show of penitence, "listen to me! are the bills safe? if so, you may
still hope."

"They are," eagerly exclaimed the youth; "how fortunate that I did not
listen to the of