If it were not for the old matter I would go to-morrow, and let the Baronetcy go hang--or find me in the Highlands.

But, I must make one last attempt to get them out.

I must--" and the old man slept the weary sleep of utter exhaustion.
Before the nabob awoke, Captain Henry Hardwicke, swinging away on his morning gallop, had reviewed the strange attitude of Major Hawke.

"He is very intimate with Hugh Johnstone, and he is a man of the world, too.

I will yet see this charming child, when the ban of her prison seclusion is lifted." He vaguely remembered the one timid and girlish glance of the beautiful dark eyes, when he had been presented, pro-forma, to the Veiled Rose upon that one memorable state visit.