He was the bearer of a letter to Colonel Pride from Joseph Ashburn.

He had given my sergeant a wrong name, and betrayed such anxiety to be gone that I deemed his errand a suspicious one, and broke the seal of that letter.

You may thank God, Galliard, every night of your life that I did so." "Was this youth Kenneth Stewart ?" asked Crispin.
"You have guessed it." "D--n the lad," he began furiously.

Then repressing himself, he sighed, and in an altered tone, "No, no," said he.

"I have grievously wronged him! have wrecked his life--or at least he thinks so now.