Well, poor devil, he is one who will miss me.

I warrant his heart was as heavy as his verses when he found me gone, though perchance he has turned a few guineas by this time by writing a satire upon me.
It would have a ready sale among my friends.

Gad's life! I wonder how my levees get on, and whom all my suitors have fastened on to now.

There they were morning after morning, the French pimp, the English bully, the needy man o' letters, the neglected inventor--I never thought to have got rid of them, but indeed I have shaken them off very effectually now.
When the honey-pot is broken it is farewell to the flies.' 'And your noble friends ?' I asked.

'Did none of them stand by you in your adversity ?' 'Well, well, I have nought to complain of!' exclaimed Sir Gervas.