Who, beside Mr.Lamar, told you that he saw, or believed that he saw, Mr.Lyon ?" "Mr.Allison." "Mr.Allison!" "Yes." "Where did he see him ?" "He didn't see him at all," confidently answered Mr.Markland.

"He saw Mr.Willet." "He believed that the person he saw was Mr.Lyon." "So did I, until a nearer approach convinced me that I was in error.
If I could be deceived, the fact that Mr.Allison was also deceived is by no means a remarkable circumstance." "Was it in this neighbourhood that he saw the person he believed to be Mr Lyon ?" "Yes." Mrs.Markland's eyes fell to the ground, and she sat, for a long time, so entirely abstracted, as almost to lose her consciousness of external things.
"The dew is rather heavy this evening," said her husband, arousing her by the words.

She arose, and they went together into the sitting-room, where they found all but Fanny.

Soon after, Mr.
Markland went to his library, and gave up his thoughts entirely to the new business in which he was engaged with Mr.Lyon.How, golden was the promise that lured him on! He was becoming impatient to tread with swift feet the path to large wealth and honourable distinction that was opening before him.

A new life had been born in his mind--it was something akin to ambition.