door is opened to George and his negro; then
that first door is locked warily upon them, and they find themselves
in a little passage with a little Jewish janitor; then a second door is
unlocked, and they enter into the house. The Jewish janitor stares, as
by his flaring tallow-torch he sees a second Mr. Warrington before
him. Come to see that gentleman? Yes. But wait a moment. This is Mr.
Warrington's brother from America. Gumbo must go and prepare his master
first. Step into this room. There's a gentleman already there about
Mr. W.'s business (the porter says), and another upstairs with him now.
There's no end of people have been about him.

The room into which George was introduced was a small apartment which
went by the name of Mr. Amos's office, and where, by a guttering candle,
and talking to the bailiff, sat a stout gentleman in a cloak and a laced
hat. The young porter carried his candle, too, preceding Mr. George, so
there was a sufficiency of light in the apartment.

"We are not angry any more, Harry!" says the stout gentleman, in a
cheery voice, getting up and advancing with an outstretched hand to
the new-comer. "Thank God, my boy! Mr. Amos here says, there will be
no difficulty about James and me being your bail, and we will do your
business by breakfast-time in the morning. Why... Angels and ministers
of grace! who are you?" And he started back as the other had hold of his
hand.

But the stranger grasped it only the more strongly. "God bless you,
sir!" he said, "I know who you are. You must be Colonel Lambert, of
whose kindness to him my poor Harry wrote. And I am the brother whom you
have heard of, sir; and who was left for dead in Mr. Braddock's action;
and came to life again after eighteen months amongst the French;
and live to thank God and thank you for your kindness to my Harry,"
continued the lad with a faltering voice.

"James! James! Here is news!" cries Mr. Lambert to a gentleman in red,
who now entered the room. "Here are the dead come alive! Here is Harry
Scapegrace's brother come back, and with his scalp on his head, too!"
(George had taken his hat off, and was standing by the light.) "This is
my brother-bail, Mr. Warrington! This is Lieutenant-Colonel James
Wolfe, at your service. You must know there has been a little difference
between Harry and me, Mr. George. He is pacified, is he, James?"

"He is full of gratitude," says Mr. Wolfe, after making his bow to Mr.
Warrington.

"Harry w