rote home about Mr. Wolfe, too, sir," said the young man, "and I
hope my brother's friends will be so kind as to be mine."

"I wish he had none other but us, Mr. Warrington. Poor Harry's fine
folks have been too fine for him, and have ended by landing him here."

"Nay, your honours, I have done my best to make the young gentleman
comfortable; and, knowing your honour before, when you came to bail
Captain Watkins, and that your security is perfectly good,--if your
honour wishes, the young gentleman can go out this very night, and I
will make it all right with the lawyer in the morning," says Harry's
landlord, who knew the rank and respectability of the two gentlemen who
had come to offer bail for his young prisoner.

"The debt is five hundred and odd pounds, I think?" said Mr. Warrington.
"With a hundred thanks to these gentlemen, I can pay the amount at this
moment into the officers' hands, taking the usual acknowledgment and
caution. But I can never forget, gentlemen, that you helped my brother
at his need, and, for doing so, I say thank you, and God bless you, in
my mother's name and mine."

Gumbo had, meanwhile, gone upstairs to his master's apartment, where
Harry would probably have scolded the negro for returning that night,
but that the young gentleman was very much soothed and touched by the
conversation he had had with the friend who had just left him. He was
sitting over his pipe of Virginia in a sad mood (for, somehow, even
Maria's goodness and affection, as she had just exhibited them, had not
altogether consoled him; and he had thought, with a little dismay, of
certain consequences to which that very kindness and fidelity bound
him), when Mr. Wolfe's homely features and eager outstretched hand came
to cheer the prisoner, and he heard how Mr. Lambert was below, and
the errand upon which the two officers had come. In spite of himself,
Lambert would be kind to him. In spite of Harry's ill-temper, and
needless suspicion and anger, the good gentleman was determined to help
him if he might--to help him even against Mr. Wolfe's own advice, as the
latter frankly told Harry, "For you were wrong, Mr. Warrington," said
the Colonel, "and you wouldn't be set right; and you, a young man, used
hard words and unkind behaviour to your senior, and what is more, one of
the best gentlemen who walks God's earth. You see, sir, what his answer
hath been to your wayward temper. You will bear with a friend who speaks
frankly with