Of course it wasn't a real quarrel,"-- when he said this Emily, who was sitting close to his bed-head, pressed his arm under the clothes with her hand,--"but I had said something rough, and he had gone on just to put an end to it." "It was uncommonly foolish," said old Wharton.

"It was very foolish going round the park at all at that time of night." "No doubt, sir;--but it was my doing.

And if he had not gone with me, I should have gone alone." Here there was another pressure.

"I was a little low in spirits, and wanted the walk." "But how is he hurt ?" asked the father.
"The man who was kneeling on me and squeezing the life out of me jumped up when he heard Lopez coming, and struck him over the head with a bludgeon.

I heard the blow, though I was pretty well done for at the time myself.