n, and Beatrix on the arm of
old Mr. Fortescue followed.

And thus they all returned to the judge's room in the hotel.

"Lyon, dearest! there is my little friend and deliverer. Come here,
Raphael, and get acquainted with my husband," said Sybil, as her eyes
fell upon her young escort.

The boy came at her call, and she presented him to Mr. Berners, who
received him with some surprise, but much condescension.

"I will tell you all about Raphael when we get back to Black Hall. In
the mean time, you must take him upon trust, for he is to go home with
us," said Sybil.

And before another word could be spoken, the door was thrown open, and
Judge Ruthven entered.

All arose and stood up, as the venerable old man went around and shook
hands with each one.

Sybil held his hands between hers, and with the tears filling her eyes,
warmly thanked him for restoring her to her home; though it might be
only for a season, she said, it would give her strength to bear all that
might come afterwards.

"Heaven grant, my dear Sybil, that your full and perfect acquittal and
vindication may come afterwards, as I entirely believe they will. Your
trial may not come on at this term of the court, and if not, there will
be a considerable interval of time, during which your counsel must busy
himself in hunting up evidence in your favor, and if possible tracing
this mystery to its solution. Heaven bless you! There, don't weep," said
the judge, shaking both her hands, and then relinquishing them.

And they all sat down and talked hopefully over the subject, until the
door was again opened and the waiter appeared to announce that the
carriage ordered for Mr. Berners was waiting.

"Come, dear Sybil, let us bid good-by to our friends, and go," said Lyon
Berners to his wife.

And both took an affectionate and respectful leave of the judge, and
were about to do the same by the Pendletons, when the Captain said:

"No; Beatrix and myself prefer to go down to the side-walk, and take
leave of you at the carriage door."

"And the only reason why we do not go all the way home with you is,
because we know that you have some mutual explanations to make, and
would rather be alone to-day. But to-morrow we shall go to see you, and
if you will let me, I will make you a long visit," added Beatrix
Pendleton.

"Oh, Beatrix, dearest! always true and brave!" exclaimed Sybil, suddenly
kissing the young lady, while Lyon warmly grasped the hand of her
brot