UNCLE JACK.--So you are positively going back to that smoky, fusty, old England, just when you are on your high road to a plumb. A plumb, sir, at least! They all say there is not a more rising young man in the colony. I think Bullion would take you into partnership. What are you in such a hurry for? PISISTRATUS.--To see my father, and mother, and Uncle Roland, and----(_was about to name some one else, but stops_.) You see, my dear uncle, I came out solely with the idea of repairing my father's losses, in that unfortunate speculation of _The Capitalist_. UNCLE JACK (_coughs and ejaculates_)--That villain Peck! PISISTRATUS.--And to have a few thousands to invest in poor Roland's acres. The object is achieved: why should I stay? UNCLE JACK.--A few paltry thousands, when in twenty years more, at the farthest, you would wallow in gold! PISISTRATUS.--A man learns in the Bush how happy life can be with plenty of employment, and very little money. I shall practise that lesson in England. UNCLE JACK.--Your mind's made up? PISISTRATUS.--And my place in the chip taken. UNCLE JACK.--Then there's no more to be said. (_Hums, haws, and examines his nails--filbert nails, not a speck on them._) Then suddenly, and jerking up his head. "That '_Capitalist!_' it has been on my conscience, nephew, ever since; and, somehow or other, since I have abandoned the cause of my fellow-creatures, I think I have cared more for my relations." PISISTRATUS, (_smiling, as he remembers his father's shrewd predictions thereon_.)--Naturally, my dear uncle: any child who has thrown a stone into a pond knows that a circle disappears as it widens. UNCLE JACK.--Very true--I shall make a note of that, applicable to my next speech, in defence of what they call the "land monopoly." Thank you--stone--circle! (_Jots down notes in his pocket-book._) But, to return to the point: I am well off now--I have neither wife nor child; and I feel that I ought to bear my share in your father's loss: it was our joint speculation. And your father, good dear Austin, paid my debts into the bargain. And how cheering the punch was that night, when your mother wanted to scold poor Jack! And the £300 Austin lent me when I left him: nephew, that was the remaking of me--the acorn of the oak I have transplanted. So here they are, (added Uncle Jack with a heroical effort--and he extracted from the pocket-book, bills for a sum between three and four thousand pounds.) There, it is done--and I shall sleep better for it! _(With that Uncle Jack got up, and bolted out of the room.)_