ill."

The poor girl was half fainting at the sight of the man who had destroyed
her Robert, and owned it.

"No, no," she cried, hastily; "let me get away--let me get away from
here-you cruel, cruel man!"

She tottered to the door, and got to her carriage, she scarcely knew how,
without the information she went for.

The bill-broker was no fool; he saw now how the land lay; he followed her
down the stairs, and tried to stammer excuses.

"Charing Cross Hotel," said she faintly, and laid her face against the
cushion to avoid the sight of him.

When she got home, she cried bitterly at her feminine weakness and her
incapacity; and she entered this pitiable failure in her journal with a
severity our male readers will hardly, we think, be disposed to imitate;
and she added, by way of comment: "Is this how I carry out my poor
Robert's precept: Be obstinate as a man; be supple as a woman?"

That night she consulted her father on this difficulty, so slight to any
but an inexperienced girl. He told her there must be a report of the
trial in the newspapers, and the report would probably mention the
counsel; she had better consult a file.

Then the thing was where to find a file. After one or two failures, the
British Museum was suggested. She went thither, and could not get in to
read without certain formalities. While these were being complied with,
she was at a stand-still.

That same evening came a line from Arthur Wardlaw:

"DEAREST HELEN--I hear from Mr. Adams that you desire to know the name
of the counsel who defended Robert Penfold. It was Mr. Tollemache. He has
chambers in Lincoln's Inn.

"Ever devotedly yours,

"ARTHUR WARDLAW."

Helen was touched with this letter, and put it away indorsed with a few
words of gratitude and esteem; and copied it into her diary, and
remarked: "This is one more warning not to judge hastily. Arthur's
agitation was probably only great emotion at the sudden mention of one
whose innocence he believes, and whose sad fate distresses him." She
wrote back and thanked him sweetly, and in terms that encouraged a visit.
Next day she went to Mr. Tollemache. A seedy man followed her at a
distance. Mr. Tollemache was not at his chambers, nor expected till four
o'clock. He was in court. She left her card, and wrote on it in pencil
that she would call at four.

She went at ten minutes after four. Mr. Tollemache declined, through his
clerk, to see her if she was a client; he could only b