"Very well, I will conform to the arrangement you have made," replied
Emily, with a dissatisfied air.

A carriage was called from the mass which had congregated, whose drivers
were not a whit behind those of the metropolitan city in earnest
perseverance; and De Guy assisted her into it, seating himself at a
respectful distance on the forward seat.

Now, the act of engaging a cab or a carriage is of itself quite an easy
matter; but we question whether passengers are generally as well suited
as in the present instance. Without troubling the worthy Mr. De Guy with
any foolish queries as to where he should drive them, the Jehu mounted
his box, and conducted his team apparently to the entire satisfaction of
his fare. It may be that the intelligent driver had a way of divining
the wishes of his customers; or it may be that De Guy, in deference to
any supposed repugnance to business matters on the part of his
companion, had previously discussed this topic. Without any design of
prejudicing the reader's mind in favor of the latter supposition, we
confess our inclination to accept it as correct.

Emily vainly attempted to assure herself that her companion was
conducting her in good faith to the home of her early years. An
undefined feeling of insecurity was painfully besetting her, whichever
way she turned. She considered and reconsidered the evidences he had
brought to Cottage Island of the truth of his own statements, and of his
own trustworthiness. It was all in vain. Could those papers have been
forgeries? It was a terrible thought to her.

The carriage stopped, and the attorney invited her to alight.
Change--anything, was a relief to the painful sensations which had
almost overpowered her, and without reflection she did so. Her faculties
were so confused she did not notice that it was not the private entrance
of the St. Charles. She took everything for granted, and accepted the
offered arm of De Guy. She crossed the broad side-walk, and, raising her
eyes, was overwhelmed by seeing at the side of the door she was about
to enter the sign of "_Anthony Marwell, Attorney and Counsellor at
Law_."

"Please to walk up stairs," squeaked the attorney, drawing her after him
to the inside of the door, which he immediately closed and bolted.

"Not a step further, sir!" said she, with as much firmness as she could
command. "What means this? Am I again betrayed?"

"Nay, nay, madam, walk up quietly," said De Guy, in a soothing tone