The circumstances of embarrassment, under which you found me at Smyrna, were merely temporary--I am most able and willing to pay my debt; and, let me add, I am most desirous to do so." "Another time--another time," said Mr.Touchwood--"time enough before us, Mr.Tyrrel--besides, at Smyrna, you talked of a lawsuit--law is a lick-penny, Mr.Tyrrel--no counsellor like the pound in purse." "For my lawsuit," said Tyrrel, "I am fully provided." "But have you good advice ?--Have you good advice ?" said Touchwood; "answer me that." "I have advised with my lawyers," answered Tyrrel, internally vexed to find that his friend was much disposed to make his generosity upon the former occasion a pretext for prying farther into his affairs now than he thought polite or convenient.
"With your counsel learned in the law--eh, my dear boy?
But the advice you should take is of some travelled friend, well acquainted with mankind and the world--some one that has lived double your years, and is maybe looking out for some bare young fellow that he may do a little good to--one that might be willing to help you farther than I can pretend to guess--for, as to your lawyer, you get just your guinea's worth from him--not even so much as the baker's bargain, thirteen to the dozen." "I think I should not trouble myself to go far in search of a friend such as you describe," said Tyrrel, who could not affect to misunderstand the senior's drift, "when I was near Mr.Peregrine Touchwood; but the truth is, my affairs are at present so much complicated with those of others, whose secrets I have no right to communicate, that I cannot have the advantage of consulting you, or any other friend.

It is possible I may be soon obliged to lay aside this reserve, and vindicate myself before the whole public.

I will not fail, when that time shall arrive, to take an early opportunity of confidential communication with you." "That is right--confidential is the word--No person ever made a confidant of me who repented it--Think what the Pacha might have made of it, had he taken my advice, and cut through the Isthmus of Suez .-- Turk and Christian, men of all tongues and countries, used to consult old Touchwood, from the building of a mosque down to the settling of an _agio_ .-- But come--Good-night--good-night." So saying, he took up his bedroom light, and extinguished one of those which stood on the table, nodded to Tyrrel to discharge his share of the duty imposed by Mrs.Dods with the same punctuality, and they withdrew to their several apartments, entertaining very different sentiments of each other.
"A troublesome, inquisitive old gentleman," said Tyrrel to himself; "I remember him narrowly escaping the bastinado at Smyrna, for thrusting his advice on the Turkish cadi--and then I lie under a considerable obligation to him, giving him a sort of right to annoy me--Well, I must parry his impertinence as I can." "A shy cock this Frank Tyrrel," thought the traveller; "a very complete dodger!--But no matter--I shall wind him, were he to double like a fox--I am resolved to make his matters my own, and if _I_ cannot carry him through, I know not who can." Having formed this philanthropic resolution, Mr.Touchwood threw himself into bed, which luckily declined exactly at the right angle, and, full of self-complacency, consigned himself to slumber..