Chapter XXXII
A chapter full of morality, which ends in a Jew refusing upwards of £1000, proving the Millenium to be nearly at hand.
This conversation took place the day after the funeral, and, attired in deep mourning, I called upon his lordship, and was admitted. His lordship had sent his carriage to attend the funeral, and was also in mourning when he received me. I executed my commission, and after a long conversation with his lordship, in which I confided to him the contents of the will, and the amount of property of the deceased, I rose to take my leave.
"Excuse me, Mr Newland," said he, "but what do you now propose to do? I confess I feel a strong interest about you, and had wished that you had come to me oftener without an invitation. I perceive that you never will. Have you no intention of following up any pursuit?"
"Yes, my lord, I intend to search after my father; and I trust that, by husbanding my unexpected resources, I shall now be able."
"You have the credit, in the fashionable world, of possessing a large fortune."
"That is not my fault, my lord: it is through Major Carbonnell's mistake that the world is deceived. Still I must acknowledge myself so far participator, that I have never contradicted the report."
"Meaning, I presume, by some good match, to reap the advantage of the supposition."
"Not so, my lord, I assure you. People may deceive themselves, but I will not deceive them."
"Nor undeceive them, Mr Newland?"