keley-square; Lady Glanville rose eagerly when I entered the
drawing-room.

"Have you seen Reginald?" said she, "or do you know where he has gone
to?"

I answered, carelessly, that he had left town for a few days, and, I
believed, merely upon a vague excursion, for the benefit of the country
air.

"You reassure us," said Lady Glanville; "we have been quite alarmed by
Seymour's manner. He appeared so confused when he told us Reginald left
town, that I really thought some accident had happened to him."

I sate myself by Ellen, who appeared wholly occupied in the formation
of a purse. While I was whispering into her ear words, which brought
a thousand blushes to her cheek, Lady Glanville interrupted me, by an
exclamation of "Have you seen the papers to-day, Mr. Pelham?" and on my
reply in the negative, she pointed to an article in the Morning Herald,
which she said had occupied their conjectures all the morning--it ran
thus:--

"The evening before last, a person of rank and celebrity, was privately
carried before the Magistrate at--. Since then, he has undergone an
examination, the nature of which, as well as the name of the individual,
is as yet kept a profound secret."

I believe that I have so firm a command over my countenance, that I
should not change tint nor muscle, to hear of the greatest calamity
that could happen to me. I did not therefore betray a single one of
the emotions this paragraph excited within me, but appeared, on the
contrary, as much at a loss as Lady Glanville, and wondered and guessed
with her, till she remembered my present situation in the family, and
left me alone with Ellen.

Why should the tete-a-tete of lovers be so uninteresting to the
world--when there is scarcely a being in it who has not loved. The
expressions of every other feeling comes home to us all--the expressions
of love weary and fatigue us. But the interview of that morning, was far
from resembling those which the maxims of love at that early period
of its existence would assert. I could not give myself up to happiness
which might so soon be disturbed, and though I veiled my anxiety and
coldness from Ellen, I felt it as a crime to indulge even the appearance
of transport, while Glanville lay alone, and in prison, with the charges
of murder yet uncontroverted, and the chances of its doom undiminshed.

The clock had struck four before I left Ellen's, and without returning
to my hotel, I threw myself into a hackney coach,