! With my hat in her hand!!! Sergeant, there has been som

stone, your honour. The y

s of responsibility, stood his ground and looked at Sir Giles. His face confessed that the Irish sense of humour was tickled: but he showed no int

please, with the prisoner

esponsible — as knight, banker, and magistrate into the bargain. “I will be an

lute. His gallantry added homage to the young lady under the form o

to receive an explanation. What does this improp

ellow had no ill-will towards you — who had risked everything to save your nephew’s

d colour, and with tears in her eyes. His sense of his own social importance was wounded to the quick. “Who is the man you are speaking o

y. “Undo the harm that you have done already. Your help — oh, I mean wh

of respect. He took his watch from his pocket, and consulted it satiricall

ou mus

Henley, that the last train sta

er? You are rich eno

was summoned by a peremptory ring of the bell. “Attend Miss Henley to the house,” he said. “You may come to your

ady as usual at nine o’clock. Sir Gi

he had gone upstairs to make the necessary investigation in her own person. Miss Henley was not in her room; the maid was not in her room; the beds had not be

hey had their travelling-bags with them; and Miss Henley had left directions that the luggage was to be pl

tive which had led to her departure. “Her father has done with her already,” he said; “and I have done with her now.”