'Then all's safe! and he's an honest man, and shame on me, that could suspect he meant us wrong.

Lend me the papers.' He cracked the seals, and taking off the cover,--'It's the LASE, sure enough.

Shame on me!--But stay, where's the memorandum ?' 'It's there, sure,' said his mother, 'where my lord's pencil writ it.

I don't read .-- Grace, dear, look.' The young man put it into her hands, and stood without power to utter a syllable.
'It's not here! It's gone!--no sign of it.' 'Gracious Heaven! that can't be,' said the old woman, putting on her spectacles; 'let me see--I remember the very spot.' 'It's taken away--it's rubbed clean out!--Oh, wasn't I fool?
But who could have thought he'd be the villain!' The young man seemed neither to see nor hear; but to be absorbed in thought.
Grace, with her eyes fixed upon him, grew as pale as death--'He'll go--he's gone.' 'She's gone!' cried Lord Colambre, and the mother just caught her in her arms as she was falling.
'The chaise is ready, PLASE your honour,' said Larry, coming into the room.

'Death! what's here ?' 'Air!--she's coming to,' said the young man--'Take a drop of water, my own Grace.' 'Young man, I, promise you,' cried Lord Colambre (speaking in the tone of a master), striking the young man's shoulder, who was kneeling at Grace's feet; but recollecting and restraining himself, he added, in a quiet voice--'I promise you I shall never forget the hospitality I have received in this house, and I am sorry to be obliged to leave you in distress.' These words uttered with difficulty, he hurried out of the house, and into his carriage.