A glass of water, my dear lady, in God's name!" He held both hands on his heart, and lay back in his chair a little, with livid lips, gasping for breath.

By degrees his white hands dropped upon his lap, and he said with a sigh, "Nearer still, old friend, nearer than ever.

Not far off now." But he soon recovered and said, "Mrs.Hawker, if you ever see that man Buckley again, tell him that you saw Charley Biddulph, who was once his friend, fallen to be the consort of rogues and thieves, cast off by everyone, and dying of a heart complaint; but tell him he could not die without sending a tender love to his good old comrade, and that he remembered him and loved him to the very end." "And I shall say too," said Mary, "when all neglected me, and forgot me, this Charles Biddulph helped and cheered me; and when I was fallen to the lowest, that he was still to me a courteous gentleman, and a faithful adviser; and that but for him and his goodness I should have sunk into desperation long ago.

Be sure that I will say this too." The door opened, and George Hawker came in.
"Good evening, Captain Saxon," said he.

"My wife seems to make herself more agreeable to you than she does to me.