First, the Madeira, though, till I recruit myself a little.

A glass or two will do neither of us any harm, Willy, but a great deal of good.

God bless me! what an escape I've had! what a dreadful fate you rescued me from, my young friend and preserver--for as such I will ever look upon, you." "Sir," replied Reilly, "I will not deny that the appearance of myself and my companions, in all probability, saved your life." "There was no probability in it, Willy--none at all; it would have been a dead certainty in every sense.

My God! here, John--put it down here--fill for that gentleman and me--thank you, John--Willy," he said as he took the glass in his trembling hand--"Willy--John, withdraw and send down, my daughter--Willy"-- the old man looked at him, but was too full to utter a word.

At this moment his daughter entered the room, and her father, laying down the glass, opened his arms, and said in a choking voice, "Helen, my daughter--my child--come to me;" and as she threw herself into them he embraced her tenderly and wept aloud.
"Dear papa!" she exclaimed, after the first burst of his grief was over, "what has affected you so deeply?
Why are you so agitated ?" "Look at that noble young man," he exclaimed, directing her attention to Reilly, who was still standing.