After I had come down from here last night, and fancying that every one had retired, for it was quite midnight, I, knowing I was too excited to sleep, made my way to the library.

I had just reached the door when I heard voices.

I wondered who could be up at that time of the night, but was not left to remain long in doubt." "'Mr.Voltaire,' said a voice, 'you have been out looking for Mr.Blake; have you found him ?'" "'Mr.Blake is safe in bed before this, Miss Forrest--probably asleep,' was his reply." "Miss Forrest!" I cried.

"Did she go to him ?" "Evidently," replied Tom.

"Indeed, I found out afterwards that she had been very anxious.