Another week went by.

Warburton was still living in the same restless way, but did not wear quite so gloomy a countenance; now and then he looked almost cheerful.

That was the case when one morning he received a letter from Sherwood.

Godfrey wrote that, no sooner had he arrived at his relative's in North Wales than he was seized with a violent liver-attack, which for some days prostrated him; he was now recovering, and better news still, had succeeded in borrowing a couple of hundred pounds.

Half of this sum he sent to Warburton; the other half he begged to be allowed to retain, as he had what might prove a very fruitful idea for the use of the money--details presently.