We were chased by a strange ship, and had to put on all the sail we could to escape being overhauled; and this led to our being driven out of our course; so that, what with one thing and another, we we did not reach Gravesend till the 8th of November.

Then the captain went ashore with his ship's papers, and, after transacting business, started for London, and took me with him.
What a day it was for forming one's first impressions of that much-longed-for capital! There was a thick November fog, through which street-lamps sent an imperfect light; and shops were lighted up with candles.

Vehicles ran against one another in the streets, in spite of link-boys darting between the horses, fearless of danger, and scattering sparks from their fiery torches.

The noise, the unknown language, the strange streets and lanes bewildered me.

The captain called a hackney-coach, and in this we made our way to Fenchurch street, where lived his shipping agent, Mr.Smith.We went upstairs to his counting-house, and found him talking to some one, who turned round as we entered.
I exclaimed "Oh, my father!" and precipitated myself into his arms.
He embraced me with transport.
"Where is my mother?
Where is Madeline ?" "Safe and well, at the country-house of our esteemed friend Mr.Smith.
Thither I will speedily take you, my dear boy.