His "expectations" had not failed him, he had come into a property and was living in affluence.
He knew London as only a Bohemian native and to the manner born could know it.

His sense of bygone obligation knew no bounds.

Between him and John Mahoney and Artemus Ward I was made at home in what might be called the mysteries and eccentricities of differing phases of life in the British metropolis not commonly accessible to the foreign casual.

In many after visits this familiar knowledge has served me well.

But Newton did not live to know of some good fortune that came to me and to feel my gratitude to him, as dear old John Mahoney did.