“Now,” said he, when the park was traversed, “you will go along this broad street till you come to steps; two lamps will show you where they are: these steps you will descend: a narrower street lies below; following that, at the bottom you will find your inn. They speak English there, so your difficulties are now pretty well over. Good night.”

“Good night, sir,” said I: “accept my sincerest thanks.” And we parted.

The remembrance of his countenance, which I am sure wore a light not unbenignant to the friendless⁠—the sound in my ear of his voice, which spoke a nature chivalric to the needy and feeble, as well as the youthful and fair⁠—were a sort of cordial to me long after. He was a true young English gentleman.