Twice he tried, and twice he failed, and meanwhile the mob shouted like anything.

At last, however, he got it out--"Thank God!" he stammered, "thank God you are safe!" For answer, she stretched out her hand and gave him one sweet look.

He took it, and once more the carriage began to move on.
"Where are you to be found ?" he had the presence of mind to ask.
"At Lady Holmhurst's.

Come to-morrow morning; I have something to tell you," she answered, and in another minute the carriage was gone, leaving him standing there in a condition of mind which really "can be better imagined than described.".