After dinner, during which he talked nothing but slang, observing I looked very melancholy, he asked me what was the matter with me, and I, my heart being opened by the wine he had made me drink, told him my circumstances without reserve.

With an oath or two for not having treated him at first like a friend, he said he would soon set me all right; and pulling out two hundred pounds, told me to pay him when I could.

I felt as I never felt before; however, I took his notes, paid my sneaks, and in less than three months was right again, and had returned him his money.

On paying it to him, I said that I had now a Punch which would just suit him, saying that I would give it to him--a free gift--for nothing.

He swore at me; telling me to keep my Punch, for that he was suited already.