After a short probationary experience of such low convict employments as lime-burning and road-mending, I was advanced to occupations more in harmony with my education.  Whatever I did, I never neglected the first great obligation of making myself agreeable and amusing to everybody.  My social reputation as a good fellow began to stand as high at one end of the world as ever it stood at the other.  The months passed more quickly than I had dared to hope.  The expiration of my first year of transportation was approaching, and already pleasant hints of my being soon assigned to private service began to reach my ears.  This was the first of the many ends I was now working for; and the next pleasant realization of my hopes that I had to expect, was the arrival of Alicia.

She came, a month later than I had anticipated; safe and blooming, with five hundred pounds as the produce of her jewels, and with the old Crickgelly alias (changed from Miss to Mrs. Giles), to prevent any suspicions of the connection between us.

Her story (concocted by me before I left England) was, that she was a widow lady, who had come to settle in Australia, and make the most of her little property in the New World.  One of the first things Mrs. Giles wanted was necessarily a trustworthy servant, and she had to make her choice of one among the convicts of good character, to be assigned to private service.  Being one of that honorable body myself at the time, it is needless to say that I was the fortunate man on whom Mrs. Giles’s choice fell.  The first situation I got in Australia was as servant to my own wife.

Alicia made a very indulgent mistress.

If she had been mischievously inclined, she might, by application to a magistrate, have had me flogged or set to work in chains on the roads, whenever I became idle or insubordinate, which happened occasionally.  But instead of complaining, the kind creature kissed and made much of her footman by stealth, after his day’s work.  She allowed him no female followers, and only employed one woman-servant occasionally, who was both old and ugly.  The name of the footman was Dear in private, and Francis in company; and when the widowed mistress, upstairs, refused eligible offers of marriage (which was pretty often), the favored domestic in the kitchen was always informed of it, and asked, with the sweetest humility, if he approved of the proceeding.

Not to dwell on this anomalous period of my existence, let me say briefly that my new position with my wife was of the greatest advantage in enabling me to direct in secret the profitable uses to which her little fortune was put.