But, as stubborn fate would have it, being run over one day at Holborn Bars, and taken into a neighboring bakery, he was there treated with such kindliness by a Kentish lass, the shop-girl, that in the end he thought his debt of gratitude could only be repaid by love.

In a word, the money saved up for his ocean voyage was lavished upon a rash embarkation in wedlock.
Originally he had fled to the capital to avoid the dilemma of impressment or imprisonment.

In the absence of other motives, the dread of those hardships would have fixed him there till the peace.

But now, when hostilities were no more, so was his money.

Some period elapsed ere the affairs of the two governments were put on such a footing as to support an American consul at London.