She could see a haven of peace in that picture of the little brown box with the sleekly reverend figure bending his ear to the kneeling Beauty outside, thrice ravishing as she half-lifts the veil of her sins and her visage!--yet she started alarmed to hear it whispered that the fair penitent was the Countess de Saldar; urgently she prayed that no disgraceful brother might ever drive her to that! Never let it be a Catholic priest!--she almost fashioned her petition into words.

Who was to save her?
Alas! alas! in her dire distress--in her sense of miserable pennilessness, she clung to Mr.John Raikes, of the curricle, the mysteriously rich young gentleman; and on that picture, with Andrew roguishly contemplating it, and Evan, with feelings regarding his sister that he liked not to own, the curtain commiseratingly drops.
As in the course of a stream you come upon certain dips, where, but here and there, a sparkle or a gloom of the full flowing water is caught through deepening foliage, so the history that concerns us wanders out of day for a time, and we must violate the post and open written leaves to mark the turn it takes.
First we have a letter from Mr.Goren to Mrs.Mel, to inform her that her son has arrived and paid his respects to his future instructor in the branch of science practised by Mr.Goren.
'He has arrived at last,' says the worthy tradesman.

'His appearance in the shop will be highly gentlemanly, and when he looks a little more pleasing, and grows fond of it, nothing will be left to be desired.

The ladies, his sisters, have not thought proper to call.

I had hopes of the custom of Mr.Andrew Cogglesby.