upon him; he sunk back into his chair, spread his chequed handkerchief over his face, to serve, as I suppose, for the Grecian painter's veil, and, from the action of his folded hands, appeared for a time engaged in the act of mental thanksgiving. He then raised his eyes over the screen, as if to be assured that the pleasing apparition had not melted into air—then again sunk them to resume his internal act of devotion, untill he felt himself compelled to give attention to the counsellor, from the interest which his questions excited.
"And now," said Mr. Pleydell, after several minute enquiries concerning his recollection of early events—"And now, Mr. Bertram, for I think we ought in future to call you by your own proper name, will you have the goodness to let us know every particular which you can recollect concerning the mode of your leaving Scotland?"
"Indeed, sir, to say the truth, though the terrible outlines of that day are strong-
