CHAPTER LXXXII.
THE LOST IS FOUND.
It was a whim of Lawrence's to give dinners; to have them good, and to ask only the people he wanted, and who he thought would enjoy themselves together.
"How much," he said, quietly, as he conversed with Mrs.Bennet, while his guests were assembling, "Edward Wynne looks like your sister Martha!" It was the first time Mrs.Bennet had heard her sister's name mentioned by any stranger for years.

But Lawrence spoke as calmly and naturally as if Martha Darro had been the subject of their conversation.
"Poor Martha!" said Mrs.Bennet, sadly; "how mysterious it was!" Her husband saw her as she spoke, and he was so struck by the mournfulness of her face that he came quietly over.
"What is it ?" he said, gently.
"For my son who was dead is alive again.

He was lost and is found," said Lawrence Newt, solemnly.
Mrs.Bennet looked troubled, startled, almost frightened.

The words were full of significance, the tone was not to be mistaken.

She looked at Lawrence Newt with incredulous eagerness.