The old lady wept copiously; the young man was really glad to see his relative, for he deemed that his troubles were over.

Mrs.Cat bit her lips, and stood aside, looking somewhat foolish; Mr.Brock counted the money; and Mr.Macshane took a large dose of strong waters, as a pleasing solace for his labours, dangers, and fatigue.
When the maternal feelings were somewhat calmed, the old lady had leisure to look about her, and really felt a kind of friendship and goodwill for the company of thieves in which she found herself.

It seemed to her that they had conferred an actual favour on her, in robbing her of twenty guineas, threatening her son's life, and finally letting him go.
"Who is that droll old gentleman ?" said she; and being told that it was Captain Wood, she dropped him a curtsey, and said, with much respect, "Captain, your very humble servant;" which compliment Mr.Brock acknowledged by a gracious smile and bow.

"And who is this pretty young lady ?" continued Mrs.Hayes.
"Why--hum--oh--mother, you must give her your blessing.

She is Mrs.John Hayes." And herewith Mr.Hayes brought forward his interesting lady, to introduce her to his mamma.
The news did not at all please the old lady; who received Mrs.
Catherine's embrace with a very sour face indeed.