as of consanguinity. She no sooner learned the situation of her
cousin than she expressed the most impatient concern for her being set at
liberty, and assured Sir Launcelot she would concur in any scheme he
should propose for that purpose. There was no room for hesitation or
choice; he attended her immediately to the judge, who, upon proper
application, issued another search-warrant for Aurelia Darnel. The
constable and his posse were again retained, and Sir Launcelot Greaves
once more crossed the threshold of Mr. Bernard Shackle. Nor was the
search-warrant the only implement of justice with which he had furnished
himself for this visit. In going thither they agreed upon the method in
which they should introduce themselves gradually to Miss Darnel, that her
tender nature might not be too much shocked by their sudden appearance.

When they arrived at the house, therefore, and produced their
credentials, in consequence of which a female attendant was directed to
show the lady's apartment, Mrs. Dolly first entered the chamber of the
accomplished Aurelia, who, lifting up her eyes, screamed aloud, and flew
into the arms of her faithful Cowslip. Some minutes elapsed before Dolly
could make shift to exclaim, "Am coom to live and daai with my beloved
leady!"--"Dear Dolly!" cried her mistress, "I cannot express the pleasure
I have in seeing you again. Good Heaven! what solitary hours of keen
affliction have I passed since we parted!--but, tell me, how did you
discover the place of my retreat?--has my uncle relented?--do I owe your
coming to his indulgence?"

Dolly answered in the negative; and by degrees gave her to understand
that her cousin, Mrs. Kawdle, was in the next room; that lady immediately
appeared, and a very tender scene of recognition passed between the two
relations. It was she who, in the course of conversation, perceiving
that Aurelia was perfectly composed, declared the happy tidings of her
approaching deliverance. When the other eagerly insisted upon knowing to
whose humanity and address she was indebted for this happy turn of
fortune, her cousin declared the obligation was due to a young gentleman
of Yorkshire, called Sir Launcelot Greaves. At mention of that name her
face was overspread with a crimson glow, and her eyes beamed redoubled
splendour. "Cousin," said she, with a sigh, "I know not what to say--
that gentleman, Sir Launcelot Greaves, was surely born--Lord bless me! I
tell you, cousin, he