Finding that they tenderly, but firmly, detained her at the Rectory, she wept bitterly--wept so long, that at last she fairly cried herself asleep in Valentine's arms.

He sat anxiously supporting her with a patience that nothing could tire.

The sunset rays, which he had at first carefully kept from falling on her face, vanished from the horizon; the quiet luster of twilight overspread the sky--and still he refused to let her be taken from him; and said he would sit as he was all through the night rather than let her be disturbed.
Vance came back, and brought word that Mrs.Peckover would follow him in half an hour.

They had given her some work to do at the circus, which she was obliged to finish before she could return to the Rectory.
Having delivered this message, Vance next produced a handbill, which he said was being widely circulated all over Rubbleford; and which proved to be the composition of Mr.Jubber himself.

That ingenious ruffian, having doubtless discovered that "legal law" was powerless to help him to his revenge, and that it would be his wisest proceeding to keep clear of Doctor Joyce in the rectory's magisterial capacity, was now artfully attempting to turn the loss of the child to his own profit, by dint of prompt lying in his favorite large type, sprinkled with red letters.
He informed the public, through the medium of his hand-bills, that the father of the Mysterious Foundling had been "most providentially" discovered, and that he (Mr.Jubber) had given the child up immediately, without a thought of what he might personally suffer, in pocket as well as in mind, by his generosity.