Narcissa thanked me with tender acknowledgements, but I was soon warned that I should be apprehended and transported for assaulting a magistrate.  I escaped to France by the aid of smugglers, but before I left I avowed my passion, and explained that I was an unfortunate gentleman, and the story of my mishandling provoked a sympathetic response.

III.—­I Recover My Father

From the Marshalsea Prison, where I had been lodged for debt, some time after my return from France, I was rescued by my generous uncle, Mr. Bowling.  He told me that he was now in command of a large merchant ship, and proposed that I should sail with him in quality of his surgeon, with a share in the profits.  I accepted his offer, without hesitation, and Strap, who had stood by me in so many troubles, at my desire was made ship’s steward by Captain Bowling.

Before we sailed I managed to achieve an interview with Narcissa; and sure, lovers never parted with such sorrow and reluctance as we.

Our voyage was entirely successful, and while we were at anchor in that part of South America which is called Buenos Ayres, I amused myself with the transporting hopes of enjoying Narcissa on our return.  I had money and would marry his sister by stealth if the fox-hunting squire was still as averse to me as ever.

We were very much caressed by the Spanish gentlemen of the country, and made the acquaintance of a certain English signior, who had been settled in those parts many years, and had acquired the love and esteem of the whole province.

I had been struck with a profound veneration for this gentleman on first seeing him; when he spoke I listened with reverence and attention.  I sympathised involuntarily with the melancholy which saddened the face of Don Rodrigo—­for so he was named.

Don Rodrigo, understanding we were his countrymen, desired our company at his house, and seemed to show a particular regard for me.  He made me a present of a beautiful ring, saying at the same time that he was once blessed with a son, who, had he lived, would have been nearly of my age.  This observation made my heart throb with violence, and a crowd of confused ideas filled my imagination.  My uncle, perceiving my absence of thought, tapped me on the shoulder and said:  “Odds! are you asleep, Rory?”

Before I had time to reply, Don Rodrigo said eagerly, “Pray, captain, what is the young gentleman’s name?”

“His name,” said my uncle, “is Roderick Random.”

“Gracious Powers!” cried Don Rodrigo, starting up—­“and his mother’s?”

“His mother,” answered the captain, amazed, “was called Charlotte Bowling.”

“O Bounteous Heaven!” exclaimed Don Rodrigo, clasping me in his arms, “my son! my son! have I found thee again?” So saying, he fell upon my neck and wept aloud for joy.  The captain, wringing my father’s hand, cried, “Brother Random, I’m rejoiced to see you—­God be praised for this happy meeting.”  Don Rodrigo embraced him affectionately, saying, “Are you my Charlotte’s brother?  Brother, you are truly welcome.  This day is a jubilee!”