“Miss ——­ and her little brother understood a little French, and, after regretting my ignorance of the Spanish, she proposed to become my preceptress in that language.  I could only reply by a low bow, and express my regret that I quitted Cadiz too soon to permit me to make the progress which would doubtless attend my studies under so charming a directress.  I was standing at the back of the box, which resembles our Opera boxes, (the theatre is large and finely decorated, the music admirable,) in the manner which Englishmen generally adopt, for fear of incommoding the ladies in front, when this fair Spaniard dispossessed an old woman (an aunt or a duenna) of her chair, and commanded me to be seated next herself, at a tolerable distance from her mamma.  At the close of the performance I withdrew, and was lounging with a party of men in the passage, when, en passant, the lady turned round and called me, and I had the honour of attending her to the admiral’s mansion.  I have an invitation on my return to Cadiz, which I shall accept if I repass through the country on my return from Asia.”

To these adventures, or rather glimpses of adventures, which he met with in his hasty passage through Spain, he adverted, I recollect, briefly, in the early part of his “Memoranda;” and it was the younger, I think, of his fair hostesses at Seville, whom he there described himself as making earnest love to, with the help of a dictionary.  “For some time,” he said, “I went on prosperously both as a linguist and a lover,[123] till at length, the lady took a fancy to a ring which I wore, and set her heart on my giving it to her, as a pledge of my sincerity.  This, however, could not be;—­anything but the ring, I declared, was at her service, and much more than its value,—­but the ring itself I had made a vow never to give away.”  The young Spaniard grew angry as the contention went on, and it was not long before the lover became angry also; till, at length, the affair ended by their separating unsuccessful on both sides.  “Soon after this,” said he, “I sailed for Malta, and there parted with both my heart and ring.”

In the letter from Gibraltar, just cited, he adds—­“I am going over to Africa to-morrow; it is only six miles from this fortress.  My next stage is Cagliari in Sardinia, where I shall be presented to his majesty.  I have a most superb uniform as a court-dress, indispensable in travelling.”  His plan of visiting Africa was, however, relinquished.  After a short stay at Gibraltar, during which he dined one day with Lady Westmoreland, and another with General Castanos, he, on the 19th of August, took his departure for Malta, in the packet, having first sent Joe Murray and young Rushton back to England,—­the latter being unable, from ill health, to accompany him any further.  “Pray,” he says to his mother, “show the lad every kindness, as he is my great favourite."[124]

He also wrote a letter to the father of the boy, which gives so favourable an impression of his thoughtfulness and kindliness that I have much pleasure in being enabled to introduce it here.