In passing under a gas-lamp, they met a lady and gentleman.

The former Andrew recognized at a glance, and she knew him, even with his bloody face, and uttered a cry of surprise and alarm.

It was Emily Winters returning with her father from the house of a friend, where they had stayed to an unusually late hour.

The officer was about pausing, but Andrew sprung forward, saying as he did so, in an under tone-- "Don't stop!" At the same instant Mr.Winters urged on his daughter, and the parties were separated in a moment.
"Unhappy boy!" said the father of Emily, who had also recognized Andrew, "his folly and evil are meeting a just but severe return.
His poor mother!--when she hears of this it will almost break her heart.

What an affliction to have such a son!" "Did you see the blood on his face ?" asked Emily, in a choking voice, while her hand shook so violently, as it rested on the arm of, her father, that he felt the tremor in every nerve.
"I did," he replied.
"What was the matter?
He must be badly hurt.