He was admitted, and Mr.Crowe descended to him in a pair of slippers and a very old dressing-gown.

Mr.Crowe, as he held his tallow candle up to his client's face, looked as if he didn't like it.

"I know I must apologize," said Neville, "but I have this moment received news of my uncle's death." "The Earl ?" "Yes." "And I have now the honour of--speaking to the Earl of Scroope." "Never mind that.

I must start for England almost immediately.

I haven't above an hour or two.