Think of what this kindness was, and we penniless; while all the time
relations stood aloof, holding out nor hand nor purse, till they saw
whether we could weather the storm without their help.

Amongst those relations chanced to be a certain Admiral Patterson, an
uncle of my father. When we were well-to-do he had not disdained to
visit us in our quiet home, but when poverty came he tied up his
purse-strings and ignored our existence, till at length, hearing by a
mere chance that I was supporting my mother and sister by my own
exertions (always helped by Mr. Craven's goodness), he said, audibly,
that the "young jackanapes must have more in him than he thought," and
wrote to beg that I would spend my next holiday at his house.

I was anxious to accept the invitation, as a friend told me he felt
certain the old gentleman would forward my views; but I did not choose
to visit my relative in shabby clothes and with empty pockets;
therefore, it fell out that I jumped at Miss Blake's suggestion, and
closed with Mr. Craven's offer on the spot.

Half fifty--twenty-five--pounds would replenish my wardrobe, pay my
travelling expenses, and leave me with money in my pocket, as well.

I told Mr. Craven all this in a breath. When I had done so he
laughed, and said:

"You have worked hard, Patterson. Here is ten pounds. Go and see your
uncle; but leave River Hall alone."

Then, almost with tears, I entreated him not to baulk my purpose. If I