erybody."
So we must not whisper Madame Bernstein's secret to Mr. Draper; but the
reader may perhaps guess it from the lawyer's conduct subsequently.

The lawyer felt pretty certain that ere long he would receive a summons
from the poor young prisoner in Cursitor Street, and waited for that
invitation before he visited Mr. Warrington. Six-and-thirty hours passed
ere the invitation came, during which period Harry passed the dreariest
two days which he ever remembered to have spent.

There was no want of company in the lock-up house, the bailiff's rooms
were nearly always full; but Harry preferred the dingy solitude of his
own room to the society round his landlady's table, and it was only
on the second day of his arrest, and when his purse was emptied by the
heavy charges of the place, that he made up his mind to apply to
Mr. Draper. He despatched a letter then to the lawyer at the Temple,
informing him of his plight, and desiring him, in an emphatic
postscript, not to say one word about the matter to his aunt, Madame de
Bernstein.

He had made up his mind not to apply to the old lady except at the
very last extremity. She had treated him with so much kindness that he
revolted from the notion of trespassing on her bounty, and for a while
tried to please himself with the idea that he might get out of durance
without her even knowing that any misfortune at all had befallen him.
There seemed to him something humiliating in petitioning a woman for
money. No! He would apply first to his male friends, all of whom might
help him if they would. It had been his intention to send Sampson to one
or other of them as a negotiator, had not the poor fellow been captured
on his way to succour his friend.

Sampson gone, Harry was obliged to have recourse to his own negro
servant, who was kept on the trot all day between Temple Bar and the
Court end of the town with letters from his unlucky master. Firstly,
then, Harry sent off a most private and confidential letter to his
kinsman, the Right Honourable the Earl of Castlewood, saying how he had
been cast into prison, and begging Castlewood to lend him the amount
of the debt. "Please to keep my application, and the cause of it, a
profound secret from the dear ladies," wrote poor Harry.

"Was ever anything so unfortunate?" wrote back Lord Castlewood, in
reply. "I suppose you have not got my note of yesterday? It must be
lying at your lodgings, where--I hope in heaven!--you will soon be,