It struck me that, as Mr.Ormiston brought the lady up this way, and as I saw you and he haunting this place so much to-night, I thought her residence was somewhere here, and I paused to look at the house as I went along.

In fact, I intended to ask old sleepy-head, over there, for further particulars, before I left the neighborhood, had not you, Sir Norman, run bolt into me, and knocked every idea clean out of my head." "And you are sure you are not Leoline ?" said Sir Norman, suspiciously.
"To the best of my belief, Sir Norman, I am not," replied Hubert, reflectively.
"Well, it is all very strange, and very aggravating," said Sir Norman, sighing, and sheathing his sword.

"She is gone, at all events; no doubt about that--and if you have not carried her off, somebody else has." "Perhaps she has gone herself," insinuated Hubert.
"Bah! Gone herself!" said Sir Norman, scornfully.

"The idea is beneath contempt: I tell you, Master Fine-feathers, the lady and I were to be married bright and early to-morrow morning, and leave this disgusting city for Devonshire.

Do you suppose, then, she would run out in the small hours of the morning, and go prancing about the streets, or eloping with herself ?" "Why, of course, Sir Norman, I can't take it upon myself to answer positively; but, to use the mildest phrase, I must say the lady seems decidedly eccentric, and capable of doing very queer things.