Well, I had not been in the coach more than five minutes, when who should get in but a gentleman whom I had met at the port-admiral's; besides which the coachman and others knew me very well.
When I arrived in London (I still wore my midshipman's uniform), I went to an hotel recommended to me, as I afterwards found out, the most fashionable in town, my title still following me.

I now determined to put off my uniform, and dress in plain clothes--my farce was over.

I went to bed that night, and the next morning made my appearance in a suit of mufti, making inquiry of the waiter which was the best conveyance to Scotland.
"'Post chay and four, my lord.

At what time shall I order it ?' "'O,' replied I, 'I am not sure that I shall go tomorrow.' "Just at this moment in came the master of the hotel, with the _Morning Post_ in his hand, making me a low bow, and pointing to the insertion of my arrival at his hotel among the fashionables.

This annoyed me; and now that I found how difficult it was to get rid of my title, I became particularly anxious to be William Chucks, as before.