Mr.Turner and Mr.Gavan, who came next, I had never seen before--( Mr.Gavan was he that was taken in the stables of the Imperial Ambassador--Count Wallinstein)--they came one behind the other, and paid no more attention than the others to the noise that greeted them; and last of all came Mr.Fenwick who had entertained me so often in Drury Lane, looking pinched, I thought, with his imprisonment, yet as courageous as any.

Behind him came a minister and then the tail of the guard.
As I saw Mr.Fenwick come out I put into execution a design I had formed just now; and slipping from my horse I got out a guinea and begged in a low voice the fellow before me--for I was just by the sled on which Mr.
Harcourt and Mr.Whitbread would be bound--to let me through enough to speak a word with him; and at the same time I pressed the guinea into his hand: so he stood aside a little and let me through, on my knees, enough to speak to Mr.Whitbread.

Mr.Harcourt was already laid down on the sled, on the further side from me, and Mr.Whitbread was getting to his knees for the same end.

As he turned and sat himself on the sled he saw me, and frowned ever so little.

Then he smiled as I made the sign of the cross on myself and he made it too at me, and I saw his lips move as he blessed me.