ng the street with another man. I turned round to scrutinize
the features of his companion, and, in spite of a great change of dress,
a huge pair of false whiskers, and an artificial appearance of increased
age, my habit of observing countenances enabled me to recognize, on
the instant, my intellectual and virtuous friend, Mr. Job Jonson. They
disappeared in a shop, nor did I think it worth while further to observe
them, though I still bore a reminiscetory spite against Mr. Job
Jonson, which I was fully resolved to wreak, at the first favourable
opportunity.

I passed by Lady Roseville's door. Though the hour was late, and I had,
therefore, but a slight chance of finding her at home, yet I thought
the chance worth the trouble of inquiry. To my agreeable surprise, I
was admitted: no one was in the drawing-room. The servant said, Lady
Roseville was at that moment engaged, but would very shortly see me, and
begged I would wait.

Agitated as I was by various reflections, I walked (in the restlessness
of my mood) to and fro the spacious rooms which formed Lady Roseville's
apartments of reception. At the far end was a small boudoir, where none
but the goddess's favoured few were admitted. As I approached towards
it, I heard voices, and the next moment recognised the deep tones of
Glanville. I turned hastily away, lest I should overhear the discourse;
but I had scarcely got three steps, when the convulsed sound of a
woman's sob came upon my ear. Shortly afterwards, steps descended the
stairs, and the street door opened.

The minutes rolled on, and I became impatient. The servant
re-entered--Lady Roseville was so suddenly and seriously indisposed,
that she was unable to see me. I left the house, and, full of bewildered
conjectures, returned to my apartments.

The next day was one of the most important in my life. I was standing
wistfully by my fireplace, listening to a broken-winded hurdy-gurdy,
with the most mournful attention, stationed opposite to my window, when
Bedos announced Sir Reginald Glanville. It so happened, that I had that
morning taken the miniature I had found in the fatal field, from the
secret place in which I usually kept it, in order more closely to
examine it, lest any more convincing proof of its owner, than the
initials and Thornton's interpretation, might be discovered by a minuter
investigation.

The picture was lying on the table when Glanville entered: my first
impulse was to seize and secrete i