I will confide it to Father Spencer, who will acquaint you with it when I am no more.

Undraw the curtain, love," she added to Thames, "that I may look at you." "Ha!" exclaimed her son, starting back, as he obeyed her, and disclosed Jonathan Wild.
"Be silent," said Jonathan, in a menacing whisper.
"What have you seen ?" inquired Lady Trafford.
"My enemy," replied her son.
"Your enemy!" she returned imperfectly comprehending him.

"Sir Rowland is your uncle--he will be your guardian--he will protect you.

Will you not, brother ?" "Promise," said a deep voice in Trenchard's ear.
"He will kill me," cried Thames.

"There is a man in this room who seeks my life." "Impossible!" rejoined his mother.
"Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command." "Ah!" shrieked Lady Trafford.
"Not a moment is to be lost," whispered Jonathan to Trenchard.