I hear the news of 'Change, and carry it to our end of the town.

It looks well, sir, to be well with your banker; and at our end of London, perhaps, I can do a good turn for the Newcomes." It is certain that in his own kingdom of Mayfair and St.James's my revered uncle was at least the bankers' equal.

On my coming to London, he was kind enough to procure me invitations to some of Lady Anne Newcome's evening parties in Park Lane, as likewise to Mrs.Newcome's entertainments in Bryanstone Square; though, I confess, of these latter, after a while, I was a lax and negligent attendant.

"Between ourselves, my good fellow," the shrewd old Mentor of those days would say, "Mrs.
Newcome's parties are not altogether select; nor is she a lady of the very highest breeding; but it gives a man a good air to be seen at his banker's house.

I recommend you to go for a few minutes whenever you are asked." And go I accordingly did sometimes, though I always fancied, rightly or wrongly, from Mrs.Newcome's manner to me, that she knew I had but thirty shillings left at the bank.