h his own feelings on the previous day,
and now since the calamity had fallen. He had to confess that there was
even an element of relief in the sensations the event had caused in
him. He had been saved from himself; a position of affairs which had
become intolerable was got rid of without his own exertion. Whatever
might now happen, the old state of things would never be restored.
There was relief and pleasure in the thought of such a change, were it
only for the sake of the opening up of new vistas of observation and
experience. Such thoughts as these indicated very strongly the course
which Waymark's development was taking, and he profited by them to
obtain a clearer understanding of himself.

The proceedings in the court that morning were brief. Waymark, from his
seat on the public benches, saw Ida brought forward, and heard her
remanded for a week. She did not see him; seemed, indeed, to see
nothing. The aspect of her standing there in the dock, her head bowed
under intolerable shame, made a tumult within him. Blind anger and
scorn against all who surrounded her were his first emotions; there was
something of martyrdom in her position; she, essentially so good and
noble, to be dragged here before these narrow-natured slaves of an
ignoble social order, in all probability to be condemned to miserable
torment by men who had no shadow of understanding of her character and
her circumstances.

Waymark was able, whilst in court, to make up his mind as to how he
should act. When he left he took his way northwards, having in view St.
John Street Road, and Mr. Woodstock's house.

When he had waited about half an hour, the old man appeared. He gave
his hand in silence. Something seemed to be preoccupying him; he went
to his chair in a mechanical way.

"I have come on rather serious business," Waymark began. "I want to ask
your advice in a very disagreeable matter--a criminal case, in fact."

Abraham did not at once pay attention, but the last words presently had
their effect, and he looked up with some surprise.

"What have you been up to?" he asked, with rather a grim smile, leaning
back and thrusting his hands in his pockets in the usual way.

"It only concerns myself indirectly. It's all about a girl, who is
charged with a theft she is perhaps quite innocent of. If so, she is
being made the victim of a conspiracy, or something of the kind. She
was remanded to-day at Westminster for a week."

"A girl, eh? And what'