He rose up, exclaiming, in a faint and hollow voice, that echoed no other sensation than that of horror: "I cannot breakfast; I can eat nothing.

What a fate is this! on the very day, too, which I thought would have consummated my happiness! Oh, it is dreadful!" His servant then, by Mr.Hastings' orders, packed up changes of linen and apparel in his trunk, for he saw that he himself had not the presence of mind to pay attention to any thing.

In the course of a few minutes the carriage was ready, and with tottering steps he went down the stairs, and was obliged to be assisted into it by two constables, who took their places beside, him.

Mr.Hastings bowed to him coldly, but said nothing; the coachman smacked his whip, and was about to start, when he turned round and said: "Where am I to drive, Sir Robert ?" "To Sligo jail," replied one of the constables, "as quick as you can too." The horses got a lash or two, and bounded on, whilst an escort of cavalry, with swords drawn, attended the coach until it reached its gloomy destination, where we will leave it for the present.
The next morning, as matters approached to a crisis, the unsteady old squire began to feel less comfortable in his mind than he could have expected.

To say truth, he had often felt it rather an unnatural process to marry so lovely a girl to "such an ugly stork of a man as Whitecraft was, and a knave to boot.