did not turn round to see me, and was probably too much engrossed to hear me. "You may yet have a favourable reverse," said he to Tyrrell. "Impossible!" replied the latter, in a tone of such deep anguish, that it thrilled me to the very heart. "I am an utter beggar-I have nothing in the world—I have no expectation but to starve !" While he was saying this, I perceived by the faint and uncertain light that Warburton's hand was raised to his own countenance. "Have you no hope-no spot wherein to look for comfort-is beggary your absolute and only possible resource from famine ?" he replied, in a low and suppressed tone. At that moment we were just descending into the court-yard. Warburton was but one step behind Tyrrell; the latter made no answer; but as he passed from the dark staircase into the clear moonlight of the court, I caught a glimpse of the big tears which rolled heavily and silently down his cheeks. Warburton laid his hand upon him. "Turn," he cried, suddenly, "your cup is not yet full-look upon me-and remember!" I pressed forward-the light shone full upon the countenance of the speaker-the dark hair was gone; my suspicions were true-I discovered at one glance the bright locks and lofty brow of Reginald Glanville. Slowly Tyrrell gazed, as if he` were endeavouring to repel some terrible remembrance, which gathered, with every instant, more fearfully upon him; until, as the stern countenance of Glanville grew darker and darker in its mingled scorn and defiance, he uttered one low cry, and sank senseless upon the earth. CHAPTER XXX. Well, he is gone, and with him go these thoughts. SHAKSPEARE. I HAVE always had an insuperable horror of being placed in what the vulgar call a predicament. In a predicament I was most certainly placed at the present moment. A man at my feet in a fitthe cause of it having very wisely disappeared, devolving upon me the charge of watching, recovering, and conducting home the afflicted personmade a concatenation of disagreeable circumstances, as much unsuited to the temper of Henry Pelham, as his evil fortune could possibly have contrived. After a short pause of deliberation, I knocked થઈ up the porter, procured some cold water, and bathed Tyrrell's temples for several moments before he recovered. He opened his eyes slowly, and looked carefully round with a fearful and suspicious glance: "Gone-gone-(he muttered)aye-what did he here at such a moment ?-vengeance-for what !-I could not tell-it would have killed her--let him thank his own folly. I do not fear; I defy his malice." And with these words, Tyrrell sprung to his feet. "Can I assist you to your home?" said I; ર you are still unwell-pray suffer me to have that pleasure." I spoke with some degree of warmth and sincerity; the unfortunate man stared wildly at me for a moment, before he replied. "Who," said he, at last," who speaks to me-the lost-the guilty the ruined, in the accents of interest and kindness ?" I placed his arm in mine, and drew him out of the yard into the open street. He looked at me with an eager and wistful survey, and then, by de grees, appearing to recover his full consciousness of the present, and recollection of the past, he pressed my hand warmly, and after a short silence, 1 during which we moved on slowly towards the Tuileries, he said-" Pardon me, Sir, if I have not sufficiently thanked you for your kindness and attention. I am now quite restored; the close room in which I have been sitting for so many hours, and the feverish excitement of play, acting upon a frame very debilitated by ill health, occasioned my momentary indisposition. I am now, I repeat, quite recovered, and will no longer trespass upon your good nature." 66 Really," said I, card “ you had better not dismy services yet. Do suffer me to accompany you home?" "Home!" muttered Tyrrell, with a deep sigh; "no-no!" and then, as if recollecting himself, he said, "I thank you, Sir, but-but-" I saw his embarrassment, and interrupted him. "Well, if I cannot assist you any further, I will dismissal. I trust we shall meet again take your |