omo, and tasted and pushed away. The man
pressed his mistress at last. "It is eight o'clock," he said. "You have
had nothing all day. It is good for you to eat." She could not eat. She
would have her coffee. Let Case go get her her coffee. The lacqueys bore
the dishes off the table, leaving their mistress sitting at it before
the vacant chair.

Presently the old servant re-entered the room without his lady's coffee
and with a strange scared face, and said, "Mr. WARRINGTON!"

The old woman uttered an exclamation, got up from her armchair, but sank
back in it trembling very much. "So you are come, sir, are you?" she
said, with a fond shaking voice. "Bring back the----Ah!" here she
screamed, "Gracious God, who is it?" Her eyes stared wildly: her white
face looked ghastly through her rouge. She clung to the arms of her
chair for support, as the visitor approached her.

A gentleman whose face and figure exactly resembled Harry Warrington and
whose voice, when he spoke, had tones strangely similar, had followed
the servant into the room. He bowed towards the Baroness.

"You expected my brother, madam?" he said "I am but now arrived in
London. I went to his house. I met his servant at your door, who was
bearing this letter for you. I thought I would bring it to your ladyship
before going to him,"--and the stranger laid down a letter before Madam
Bernstein.

"Are you"--gasped out the Baroness--"are you my nephew, that we supposed
was----"

"Was killed--and is alive! I am George Warrington, madam and I ask his
kinsfolk what have you done with my brother?"

"Look, George!" said the bewildered old lady "I expected him here
to-night--that chair was set for him--I have been waiting for him, sir,
till now--till I am quite faint--I don't like--I don't like being alone.
Do stay an sup with me!"

"Pardon me, madam. Please God, my supper will be with Harry tonight!"

"Bring him back. Bring him back here on any conditions! It is but five
hundred pounds! Here is the money, sir, if you need it!"

"I have no want, madam. I have money with me that can't be better
employed than in my brother's service."

"And you will bring him to me, sir! Say you will bring him to me!"

Mr. Warrington made a very stately bow for answer, and quitted the room,
passing by the amazed domestics, and calling with an air of authority to
Gumbo to follow him.

Had Mr. Harry received no letters from home? Master Harry had not
opened all his letters the