'I want to descend.' The young lord uttered a peevish exclamation.

'What is to do ?' he continued, glancing round; then, instantly returning to the dice, 'if it is my purse they want, say Berkeley is here.

That will scare them.

What are you doing, George ?' 'Wait a minute,' was the answer; and in a twinkling Soane was out, and was ordering the servant, who had climbed down, to close the door.

This effected, he strode back along the road to a spot where a figure, cloaked, and hooded, was just visible, lurking on the fringe of the lamplight.