Well then, there, have a cry; it will do you good." He patted her head tenderly as she clung to his warlike breast; and she took him at his word; the tears ran swiftly and glistened in the very starlight.
But, oh, how Seaton's heart yearned at all this! What?
mustn't _he_ say a word to comfort her; he who, at that moment, would have thought no more of dying to serve her or to please her than he would of throwing one of those pebbles into that slimy water.
Well, her pure tears somehow cooled his hot brain, and washed his soul, and left him wondering at himself and his misdeeds this night.

His guardian angel seemed to go by and wave her dewy wings, and fan his hot passions as she passed.
He kneeled down and thanked God he had not met Arthur Wardlaw in that dark lane.
Then he went home to his humble lodgings, and there buried himself; and from that day seldom went out, except to seek employment.

He soon obtained it as a copyist.
Meantime the police were on his track, employed by a person with a gentle disposition, but a tenacity of purpose truly remarkable.
Great was Seaton's uneasiness when one day he saw Hexham at the foot of his stair; greater still, when the officer's quick eye caught sight of him, and his light foot ascended the stairs directly.

He felt sure Hexham had heard of his lurking about General Rolleston's premises.

However, he prepared to defend himself to the uttermost.
Hexham came into his room without ceremony, and looking mighty grim.
"Well, my lad, so we have got you, after all." "What is my crime now ?" asked Seaton sullenly.
"James," said the officer, very solemnly, "it is an unheard-of crime this time.