u and Beatrix. Clement and
myself will have to find accommodations somewhere in the village."

"Oh," she said. And then, "Yes." And so she relapsed into apathy.

Lyon Berners kissed her, and turned away to conceal the tears that
rushed to his eyes.

Captain Pendleton pressed her hand in silence. And then they both took
leave of Miss Pendleton, and went away with the sheriff.

Sybil and Beatrix were left alone with a warden in the office.

Mr. Martin had been the overseer of Pendleton Park in old Mr.
Pendleton's time; and he owed his present position as warden of the
county prison mainly to the influence of Captain Pendleton. So that he
was well acquainted with Miss Pendleton, whom he had every grateful
reason for serving.

He came to her now, saying apologetically:

"I am sorry I can't offer my old employer's daughter better
accommodation; but I will give her the best room in the house."

"Thank you, Mr. Martin; but I wish to stay in the cell with my friend,"
answered Beatrix.

"My dear young lady, I thought you understood that you were to stay with
her, but not in a cell; I thought you knew that you were to occupy a
room together. But oh! now I recollect, it was only with the sheriff
that I talked of it," explained the old man; and as he spoke the door
opened, and a middle-aged woman appeared, and said:

"Father, the room is ready."

"Come, then, Miss Pendleton, follow us," said the warden, as he took
Sybil's hand, drew it under his arm, and walked on before.

He led them up a flight of stairs to a good-sized and neatly furnished
bed-chamber, with nothing about it to remind its inmates that they were
in a prison.

Here the warden, after seeing that the windows were carefully secured,
left the friends together, taking the precaution to double lock and bolt
the door upon them.

Beatrix turned to look at her companion. Sybil was sitting twirling her
fingers, and gazing down on the little dog that lay upon her lap.

"Come, darling!" said Beatrix, tenderly, "let me help you to undress.
That bed looks clean and comfortable. You must lie down on it and go to
sleep."

Sybil made no answer, and no resistance. Beatrix undressed her, and then
remembered that they had no personal conveniences for the night
whatever, neither bed-gowns nor combs nor brushes; but the weather was
warm, and so some of these necessaries might well be dispensed with
until the morning.

She led Sybil to the bed, and urged her to lie