In the meantime, that enterprising and gallant young gentleman commenced a dialogue, somewhat as follows:-- "My dear Miss Sullivan, I must be satisfied that these fellows have conducted this business with all due respect to your feelings, I hope they have not done anything to insult you." "I am very weak," replied the lady; "you needn't expect me to spake much, for I'm not able.

I only wish I was in Heaven, or anywhere out of this world." "You speak as if you had been agitated or frightened; but compose yourself, you are now under my protection at last, and you shall want for nothing that can contribute to your ease and comfort.

Upon my honor--upon my sacred honor, I say--I would not have caused you even this annoyance, were it not that you yourself expressed a willingness--very natural, indeed, considering our affection--to meet me here to-night." "Who tould you that I was willin' to meet you ?" "Who?
why who but our mutual friend, the Black Prophet; and by the way, he is to meet us at the Grey Stone, by and by." "He tould you false, then," replied his companion, feebly.
"Why," asked Henderson, "are you not here with your own consent ?" "I am--oh, indeed, I am,--it's altogether my own act that brings me here--my own act--an' I thank God, that I had strength for it." "Admirable girl!--that is just what I have been led to expect from you, and you shall not regret it; I have, as I said, everything provided that can make you happy." "Happy!--I can't bear this, sir; I'm desavin' you.

I'm not what you think me." "You are ill, I fear, my dear Miss Sullivan; the bustle and disturbance have agitated you too much, and you are ill." "You are speaking truth.

I am very ill; but I'll soon be better--I'll soon be better.