n consoling her, scarcely uttered a syllable
that night--the same silent spirit, be it of good or evil, remained upon
them. They looked at each other, however, from time to time, and seemed
to need no other interpreter of what passed within them, but their own
wild and deep-meaning glances. This did not escape their father, who was
so much struck, perhaps alarmed, by it, that he very properly deemed it
his duty to remonstrate with them on the subject.

"Boys," said he, "I don't understand your conduct this night, and, above
all, I don't understand your looks--or rather, I think I do, I'm afraid
I do--but, listen to me, remember that revenge belongs to God. You know
what the Scripture says, 'Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord, and I will
repay it.' Leave that bad son of a worse father to God."

"He has destroyed Mary's reputation," said John, the eldest; "I might,
possibly, forgive him if he had killed her like a common murderer, but
he has destroyed our pure-hearted sister's reputation, ha, ha, ha." The
laugh that followed these last words came out so unexpectedly, abruptly,
and wildly, that his father and mother both started. He then took the
poker in his hands, and, with a smile at his brothers, in which much
might be read, he clenched his teeth, and wound it round his arms with
apparent ease. "If I gotten thousand pounds," said he, "I could not have
done that two hours ago, but I can now--are you satisfied?" said he to
his brothers.

"Yes, John," they replied, "we are satisfied--that will do."

"Yes," he proceeded, "I could forgive anything but that. The father's
notice to us to quit the holding on which we and our forefathers lived
so long, and expended so much money--and his refusal to grant us a
lease, are nothing:--now we could forgive all that; but this,
this--oh, I have no name for it--the language has not words to express
it--but--well, well, no matter for the present. If the cowardly
scoundrel would fight!--but he won't, for the courage is not in him."

CHAPTER XV.--Objects of an English Traveller

--Introduction of a New Character--Correspondence between Evory Easel,
Esq., and Sam Spinageberd, Esq.--Susanna and the Elder; or, the
Conventicle in Trouble--Phils Gallantry and Courage.

It was about eleven o'clock the next day that a person in the garb of a
gentleman, that is, the garb was a plain one enough, but the air of the
person who wore it was evidently that of a man who had seen and mingled