more trinkets--here! and here! and all the
money I have in the world!"

And she poured brooches, rings, a watch, and a score or so of guineas
into Harry's lap. The sight of which strangely agitated and immensely
touched the young man.

"Dearest, kindest cousin!" he sobbed out.

His lips found no more words to utter, but yet, no doubt they served to
express his gratitude, his affection, his emotion.

He became quite gay presently, and smiled as he put away some of the
trinkets, his presents to Maria, and told her into what danger he had
fallen by selling other goods which he had purchased on credit; and how
a lawyer had insulted him just now upon this very point. He would
not have his dear Maria's money--he had enough, quite enough for the
present: but he valued her twenty guineas as much as if they had been
twenty thousand. He would never forget her love and kindness: no, by
all that was sacred he would not! His mother should know of all her
goodness. It had had cheered him when he was just on the point of
breaking down under his disgrace and misery. Might Heaven bless her for
it! There is no need to pursue beyond this, the cousins' conversation.
The dark day seemed brighter to Harry after Maria's visit: the
imprisonment not so hard to bear. The world was not all selfish and
cold. Here was a fond creature who really and truly loved him. Even
Castlewood was not so bad as he had thought. He had expressed the
deepest grief at not being able to assist his kinsman. He was hopelessly
in debt. Every shilling he had won from Harry he had lost on the next
day to others. Anything that lay in his power he would do. He would come
soon and see Mr. Warrington: he was in waiting to-day, and as much
a prisoner as Harry himself. So the pair talked on cheerfully and
affectionately until the darkness began to close in, when Maria, with a
sigh, bade Harry farewell.

The door scarcely closed upon her, when it opened to admit Draper.

"Your humble servant, sir," says the attorney. His voice jarred upon
Harry's ear, and his presence offended the young man.

"I had expected you some hours ago, sir," he curtly said.

"A lawyer's time is not always his own, sir," said Mr. Draper, who had
just been in consultation with a bottle of port at the Grecian. "Never
mind, I'm at your orders now. Presume it's all right, Mr. Warrington.
Packed your trunk? Why, now there you are in your bedgown still. Let me
go down and settle whilst you call in yo