Do, do, your honour, let him go! His child is dying," said the old lady, bursting into tears.

"It may be dead before he gets to--before he gets there.

Oh, your honour, your honour, pray, pray, don't detain him!" The justice did not seem to understand this excessive sympathy on the part of Mrs.Hayes; nor did the father himself appear to be nearly so affected by his child's probable fate as the honest woman who interested herself for him.

On the contrary, when she made this passionate speech, Captain Geraldine only grinned, and said, "Niver mind, my dear.

If his honour will keep an honest gentleman for doing nothing, why, let him--the law must settle between us; and as for the child, poor thing, the Lord deliver it!" At this, Mrs.Hayes fell to entreating more loudly than ever; and as there was really no charge against him, Mr.Ballance was constrained to let him go.
The landlord and his friends were making off, rather confused, when Ensign Macshane called upon the former in a thundering voice to stop, and refund the five guineas which he had stolen from him.