you? Martin Lambert hath acted in this as he always doth,
as the best Christian, the best friend, the most kind and generous of
men. Nay, if you want another proof of his goodness, here it is: He has
converted me, who, as I don't care to disguise, was angry with you for
your treatment of him, and has absolutely brought me down here to be
your bail. Let us both cry Peccavimus! Harry, and shake our friend by
the hand! He is sitting in the room below. He would not come here till
he knew how you would receive him."

"I think he is a good man!" groaned out Harry. "I was very angry and
wild at the time when he and I met last, Colonel Wolfe. Nay, perhaps he
was right in sending back those trinkets, hurt as I was at his doing so.
Go down to him, will you be so kind, sir? and tell him I am sorry, and
ask his pardon, and--and, God bless him for his generous behaviour."
And here the young gentleman turned his head away, and rubbed his hand
across his eyes.

"Tell him all this thyself, Harry!" cries the Colonel, taking the young
fellow's hand. "No deputy will ever say it half so well. Come with me
now."

"You go first, and I'll--I'll follow,--on my word I will. See! I am in
my morning-gown! I will but put on a coat and come to him. Give him my
message first. Just--just prepare him for me!" says poor Harry, who
knew he must do it, but yet did not much like that process of eating of
humble-pie.

Wolfe went out smiling--understanding the lad's scruples well enough,
perhaps. As he opened the door, Mr. Gumbo entered it; almost forgetting
to bow to the gentleman, profusely courteous as he was on ordinary
occasions,--his eyes glaring round, his great mouth grinning--himself in
a state of such high excitement and delight that his master remarked his
condition.

"What, Gum? What has happened to thee? Hast thou got a new sweetheart?"

No, Gum had not got no new sweetheart, master.

"Give me my coat. What has brought thee back?"

Gum grinned prodigiously. "I have seen a ghost, mas'r!" he said.

"A ghost! and whose, and where?"

"Whar? Saw him at Madame Bernstein's house. Come with him here in
the coach! He downstairs now with Colonel Lambert!" Whilst Gumbo is
speaking, as he is putting on his master's coat, his eyes are rolling,
his head is wagging, his hands are trembling, his lips are grinning.

"Ghost--what ghost?" says Harry, in a strange agitation. Is
anybody--is--my mother come?"

"No, sir; no, Master Harry!" Gumbo's hea