again, if that devil be killed on his own doorstones, in trying to prevent it!
Happily, I was spared the journey, and the trouble.
I had gone down stairs at three o'clock to fetch a jug of water; and was passing through the hall, with it in my hand, when a sharp knock, at the front door, made me jump.
"Oh! it is Green—I said recollecting myself—only Green," and I went on, intending to send somebody else to open it; but the knock was repeated, not loud, and still importunately.
I put the jug on the bannister, and hastened to admit him, myself.
The harvest moon shone clear outside. It was not the attorney. My own sweet little mistress sprung on my neck sobbing,
"Ellen! Ellen! Is papa alive?"
"Yes!" I cried, "yes my angel he is! God be thanked, you are safe with us again!"
She wanted to run, breathless as she was, up-stairs to Mr, Linton's room; but I com-
