There is no legend of innocence betrayed or infamy fostered by Matthew Haygarth.

He appears to have enjoyed what the young men of that day called life--attended cock-fights, beat the watch, gambled a little, and was intimately acquainted with the interior of the Fleet and Marshalsea prisons.

For nearly twenty years he seems to have lived in London; and during all those years he was lost sight of by the Ullerton people.

My oldest inhabitant's grandfather was clerk to a merchant in the city of London, and had therefore some opportunity of knowing his old schoolfellow's proceedings in the metropolis.

But the two townsmen don't seem to have seen much of each other in the big city.