There was then much correspondence with the Colonial Office, which did not at first care very much about Bagwax; but at last the order was given by the Treasury, and Bagwax went.  There were many tears shed on the occasion at Apricot Villa.  Jemima Curlydown thought that she also should be allowed to see Sydney, and was in favour of an immediate marriage with this object.  But Bagwax felt that the boisterous ocean might be unpropitious to the delights of a honeymoon; and Mr. Curlydown reminded his daughter of all the furniture which would thus be lost.  Bagwax went as a gay bachelor, and spent six happy months in the bright colony.  He did not effect much, as the delinquent who had served Crinkett in his base purposes had already been detected and punished before his arrival; but he was treated with extreme courtesy by the Sydney officials, and was able to bring home with him a treasure in the shape of a newly-discovered manner of tying mail-bags.  So that when the ‘Sydney Intelligencer’ boasted that the great English professor who had come to instruct them all had gone home instructed, there was some truth in it.  He was married immediately after his return, and Jemima his wife has the advantage, in her very pretty drawing-room, of every shilling that he made by the voyage.  My readers will be glad to hear that soon afterwards he was appointed Inspector-General of Post-marks, to the great satisfaction of all the post-office.

[Footnote 1:  I hope my friends in the Sydney post-office will take no offence should this story ever reach their ears.  I know how well the duties are done in that office, and, between ourselves, I think that Mr. Bagwax’s journey was quite unnecessary.]

One of the few things which Caldigate did before he took his wife abroad was to ‘look after Dick Shand.’  It was manifest to all concerned that Dick could do no good in England.  His yellow trousers and the manners which accompanied them were not generally acceptable in merchants’ offices and suchlike places.  He knew nothing about English farming, which, for those who have not learned the work early, is an expensive amusement rather than a trade by which bread can be earned.  There seemed to be hardly a hope for Dick in England.  But he had done some good among the South Sea Islanders.  He knew their ways and could manage them.  He was sent out, therefore, with a small capital to be junior partner on a sugar estate in Queensland.  It need hardly be said that the small capital was lent to him by John Caldigate.  There he took steadily to work, and it is hoped by his friends that he will soon begin to repay the loan.