The following afternoon, as the London evening papers were publishing what they were pleased to call "A Romance in High Life," Derrick and his father made their way through an excited crowd, which had gathered about the Court House.

Affairs there had proceeded as Mr.Jacobs had prophesied; the magistrates had listened with amazement, not only to Mr.
Jacobs' statement, but to the announcement which Mr.Clendon had made of his identity and his relationship to Derrick; and the worthy chairman, Sir Courtenay Comber, using almost the identical words Mr.Jacobs had attributed to him, had congratulated Derrick and informed him that he left the Court "without a stain on his character." Notwithstanding its satisfactory conclusion, the ordeal had been a trying one for father and son, and Derrick looked pale and somewhat worn as he grasped the hand of Reggie, who had been in Court, and had hurried after him to congratulate him.
"I've got a carriage here for you, round the corner," he said; "and I've succeeded in stopping them ringing the bells." "I'm glad," said Derrick; "but why should they want to ring the bells ?" "Well, you see," explained Reggie, as he led them to the carriage, "Lord Heyton--I mean the other man--is not a great favourite; whereas, somehow or other, you have caught the popular imagination; besides, it has leaked out that you are going to marry Miss Grant; and she is tremendously popular.

She has been very kind, in the do-good-and-blush-to-find-it-known way, to the poor people about her; and Susie has told a good many of Miss Grant's angelic kindnesses to her.

Hence these tears," he added, as the people crowded about them and cheered heartily.

"Where shall I tell the man to drive, my lord ?" "To the Hall," replied Mr.Clendon gravely.