Then poor Harman, too! heighonee!" After some further conversation, in which it was clear that M'Clutchy's and M'Slime's manoeuvres had begun to develop themselves, Mary rejoined them.

Her countenance on her return was evidently more composed, and impressed with a more decided, perhaps we should say, determined character.

She had made her mind up.

M'Clutchy, junior, was no doubt one of the most detastable of men, but as she knew that she hated him, and felt a perfect consciousness of all that was truthful, and pure, and cautious in herself, she came once more to the resolution of sacrificing her own disgust to the noble object of saving her lover.

Besides, it was by no means an unreasonable hope on her part; for such was the state of party and political feeling at the time, that wiser and more experienced heads would have calculated rightly, and calculated as she did.
"Father," said she, on returning to the parlor, "don't be cast down too much about Harman--I think, considering everything, that his case is far from being hopeless.