We continue our Journey and overtake Mr. Haversham. – His kindness and cruelty. – We reach Napoli di Romania; and are surprised and disgusted at the strange scenes we witness there.

Though I have since thought, there was really something in Mr. Haversham’s last remark; and that anger is sometimes the offspring of affliction, I was not so sensible of it at the time, as to feel very amicably towards him. To hear one’s eloquence scoffed at, and to have one’s humanity snubbed, as mine had been, was too much for patience. I was tempted to reply very fiercely, but the anticipation of a retort, not more palatable than some of his former speeches, suggested to me, that the rudeness of a man so deficient in taste, as he had proved himself, was beneath the serious resentment of a person of my dignity.