One word only on that hateful subject, confided so tardily to your friendship, left so thankfully to your discretion. Now that I have once more buried myself in Fawley, it is very unlikely that the man it pains me to name will seek me here. If he does, he cannot molest me as if I were in the London world. Continue, then, I pray you, to leave him alone. And, in adopting your own shrewd belief, that after all there is no such child as he pretends to claim, my mind becomes tranquillised on all that part of my private griefs. Farewell, old school-friend! Here, so far as I can foretell--here, where my life began, it returns, when Heaven pleases, to close. Here I could not ask you to visit me: what is rest to me would be loss of time to you. But in my late and vain attempt to re-enter that existence in which you have calmly and wisely gathered round yourself, "all that should accompany old age-honour, love, obedience, troops of friends"--nothing so repaid the effort--nothing now so pleasantly remains to recollection--as the brief renewal of that easy commune which men like me never know, save with those whose laughter brings back to them a gale from the old playground. "/Vive, vale/;" I will not add, "/Sis memor mei/." So many my obligations to your kindness, that you will be forced to remember me whenever you recall the not "painful subjects" of early friendship and lasting gratitude. Recall only those when reminded of GUY DARRELL. CHAPTER XVIII. NO COINAGE IN CIRCULATION S0 FLUCTUATES IN VALUE AS THE WORTH OF A MARRIAGEABLE MAN.