rning, and walk out of the house of captivity. Having despatched Mrs.
Betty to London, she scarcely expected that her emissary would return
on the day of her departure; and she and the chaplain were playing their
cards at midnight, after a small refection which the bailiff's wife
had provided for them, when the rapid whirling of wheels was heard
approaching their house, and caused the lady to lay her trumps down,
and her heart to beat with more than ordinary emotion. Whirr came the
wheels--the carriage stopped at the very door: there was a parley at the
gate: then appeared Mrs. Betty, with a face radiant with joy, though her
eyes were full of tears; and next, who is that tall young gentleman who
enters? Can any of my readers guess? Will they be very angry if I say
that the chaplain slapped down his cards with a huzzay, whilst Lady
Maria, turning as white as a sheet, rose up from her chair, tottered
forward a step or two, and, with an hysterical shriek, flung herself in
her cousin's arms? How many kisses did he give her? If they were mille,
deinde centum, dein mille altera, dein secunda centum, and so on, I am
not going to cry out. He had come to rescue her. She knew he would; he
was her champion, her preserver from bondage and ignominy. She wept a
genuine flood of tears upon his shoulder, and as she reclines there,
giving way to a hearty emotion, I protest I think she looks handsomer
than she has looked during the whole course of this history. She did not
faint this time; she went home, leaning lovingly on her cousin's arm,
and may have had one or two hysterical outbreaks in the night; but
Madame Bernstein slept soundly, and did not hear her.

"You are both free to go home," were the first words Harry said. "Get
my lady's hat and cardinal, Betty, and, Chaplain, we'll smoke a pipe
together at our lodgings, it will refresh me after my ride." The
chaplain, who, too, had a great deal of available sensibility, was very
much overcome; he burst into tears as he seized Harry's hand, and
kissed it, and prayed God to bless his dear, generous, young patron. Mr.
Warrington felt a glow of pleasure thrill through his frame. It is good
to be able to help the suffering and the poor; it is good to be able
to turn sorrow into joy. Not a little proud and elated was our young
champion, as, with his hat cocked, he marched by the side of his rescued
princess. His feelings came out to meet him, as it were, and beautiful
happinesses with kind e