ulled out the agreement and laid it on the
table, catching up the notes. I looked at the paper to see if it was
all right, and then tore it up. Emmanuel put the notes, with a heavy
sigh, into his inside coat pocket, and prepared to depart. "Now, Mr
Emmanuel, I will show that I have a little more honour than you think
for. This is all the money I have in the world," said I, taking out of
my desk the remaining thousand pounds, "and half of it I give to you, to
pay you the whole money which you lent me. Here is five hundred pounds
more, and now we are quits."

The eyes of the old man were fixed upon me in astonishment, and from my
face they glanced upon the notes; he could, to use a common expression,
neither believe his eyes nor his ears. At last he took the money, again
unbuttoned, and pulled out his pocket-book, and with a trembling hand
stowed them away as before.

"You vash a very odd gentleman, Mishter Newland," said he; "you kick me
down stairs, and--but dat is noting."

"Good-bye, Mr Emmanuel," said I, "and let me eat my dinner."

PART THREE, CHAPTER TWO.

I RESOLVE TO BEGIN THE WORLD AGAIN, AND TO SEEK MY FORTUNE IN THE NEXT
PATH--I TAKE LEAVE OF ALL MY OLD FRIENDS.

The Jew retired, and I commenced my meal, when the door again slowly
opened, and Mr Emmanuel crawled up to me.

"Mishter Newland, I vash beg your pardon, but vill you not pay me de
interest of de monish?"

I started up from my chair, with my rattan in my hand. "Begone, you old
thief," cried I; and hardly were the words out of my mouth, before Mr
Emmanuel travelled out of the room, and I never saw him afterwards. I
was pleased with myself for having done this act of honesty and for the
first time for a long while I ate my dinner with some zest. After I had
finished, I took a twenty pound note, and laid it in my desk, the
remainder of the five hundred pounds I put in my pocket, to try my last
chance. In an hour I quitted the hell penniless. When I returned home
I had composed myself a little after the dreadful excitement which I had
been under. I felt a calm, and a degree of negative happiness. I knew
my fate--there was no more suspense. I sat down to reflect upon what I
should do. I was to commence the world again--to sink down at once into
obscurity--into poverty--and I felt happy, I had severed the link
between myself and my former condition--I was again a beggar, but I was
independent--and I resolved so to be. I spoke ki