Ratman his brother, Fastnet his brother's friend! At what a cost to the good name of his house was this wrong to be put right, this self-sacrifice to be accomplished.

But ere he slept the honest man gained a victory over the poltroon.

Providence had sent him stumbling into the track.

It was not for him to draw back.
Next morning both he and his guardian found letters on the breakfast- table re-directed in Rosalind's hand from Maxfield.

The latter, as he glanced at his, scowled, and crushed the missive angrily into his pocket.