"Come with me to the hotel, and I will give you the money."
"You speak very like a gen'lman, sir, but it is my duty not to lose sight of my prisoner."
The Count strode away as if he had secured seven-league boots, and in less time than it seemed possible, though it was an age to Lady Anne (who could not forbear to consider him in some measure cognizant of the dreadful incident, and taking this means of revenging himself upon her for all the contemptuous slanders which she had heaped on his name in days past), he returned with two bank of England notes in his hand, which he put into the bailiff's, saying,—"There's your money for yourself and all. You have proper behavour, and will make no say of this littel matter."
"Sir, you are a real gen'lman, therefore I cannot help telling you, there will be another writ against my lady to-morrow, for it was thought she would take so much money at the stand, she could pay easy."
"Come to me at the Clarence hotel; ask for the Italian Count."
"I will, sir; and I shall say this was all a mistake, for it is true I did make one since I came in."
"What shall I do for you, dear Lady Anne? Where is there a seat?"
"Within," said she, attempting to withdraw the curtain, but trembling so violently, she was unable to do it—in another minute she was carefully seated in a
