es, edging
his horse further and further into the shade. When he found, however,
that the spectre continued to light its own path towards him, there was
something rather piteous in the tone of his appeal:--"I am Sir William
Hunter! I am--I am Sir William Hunter!" The spectre disregarding even
this information, there was nothing for the baronet to do but to gallop
off--his groom for once in advance of him. When they were out of sight,
the spectre turned sharp round, and encountered Dr Levitt, who was now
arriving just when every one else was departing. He started, as might
have been expected, spoke angrily to the "idle boy" whom he supposed to
be behind the case of bones, and laughed heartily when he learned who
was the perpetrator, and what the purpose of the joke. He entered
Hope's house, to learn the particulars of the outrage, and order off the
prisoner into confinement elsewhere, his ideas being too extensively
discomposed to admit of any more sermon-writing this night. Charles had
already captured the effigy, and set it up in the hall: a few more
pailsful of water extinguished the fire in the street; and in a quarter
of an hour the neighbourhood seemed to be as quiet as usual.

"Where are you to sleep after all this fatigue?" said Hope to his wife
and sister, when Dr Levitt and Philip were gone, and the men were at
their supper below. "I do not believe they have left you a room which
is not open to the night air. What a strange home to have put you in!
Who would have thought it a year ago?"

Hester smiled, and said she was never less sleepy. Morris believed that
not a pane of glass was broken in the attics, and her ladies could sleep
there, if they preferred remaining at home to stepping to Mr Grey's.
They much preferred remaining where they were: and, on examination, it
was found that Margaret's room was also entire. Hope proposed to take
possession of Charles's attic, for once; and Charles enjoyed the novelty
of having a mattress laid down for him in a corner of the upper landing.
Morris tempted the ladies and her master to refresh themselves with
tea. She piled up the fire to a Christmas height, to compensate for the
draughts which blew in from the broken windows. Hope soon grew
discontented with her plan.

"This will never do," said he, shivering. "You will all be ill: and
nobody must be ill now, for I have no medicines left."

Morris murmured a wish that the physic had been forced down the peo