I had a general faith in his having behaved well, and I had once, in London, taken Mrs.Paraday down to dinner.

He now turned to speak to the maid, who offered him, on a tray, some card or note, while, agitated, excited, I wandered to the end of the precinct.
The idea of his security became supremely dear to me, and I asked myself if I were the same young man who had come down a few days before to scatter him to the four winds.

When I retraced my steps he had gone into the house, and the woman--the second London post had come in--had placed my letters and a newspaper on a bench.

I sat down there to the letters, which were a brief business, and then, without heeding the address, took the paper from its envelope.

It was the journal of highest renown, _The Empire_ of that morning.