"Come hither, and tell me whither is she gone!" "I know not," replied the quaking host, adding the particulars of Cynthia's departure, and the information that the lady seemed in great anger.
"Saddle me a horse," cried Crispin, leaping to his feet, and pitching Mr.Foster's trinket upon the table as though it were a thing of no value.

"Towards Denham you say they rode?
Quick, man!" And as the host departed he swept the gold and the ring he had won into his pockets preparing to depart.
"Hoity toity!" cried Mr.Foster.

"What sudden haste is this ?" "I am sorry, sir, that Fortune has been unkind to you, but I must go.
Circumstances have arisen which--" "D--n your circumstances!" roared Foster, get ting on his feet.

"You'll not leave me thus!" "With your permission, sir, I will." "But you shall not have my permission!" "Then I shall be so unfortunate as to go without it.

But I shall return." "Sir, 'tis an old legend, that!" Crispin turned about in despair.