f us who were standing at the Inn door saw lamps coming
on, and at a lively rate too, between the walls of snow that had been
heaped up on either side of the track. The chambermaid instantly divined
how the case stood, and called to the ostler, "Tom, this is a Gretna
job!" The ostler, knowing that her sex instinctively scented a marriage,
or anything in that direction, rushed up the yard bawling, "Next four
out!" and in a moment the whole establishment was thrown into commotion.

I had a melancholy interest in seeing the happy man who loved and was
beloved; and therefore, instead of driving off at once, I remained at the
Inn door when the fugitives drove up. A bright-eyed fellow, muffled in a
mantle, jumped out so briskly that he almost overthrew me. He turned to
apologise, and, by heaven, it was Edwin!

"Charley!" said he, recoiling. "Gracious powers, what do you do here?"

"Edwin," said I, recoiling, "gracious powers, what do _you_ do here?" I
struck my forehead as I said it, and an insupportable blaze of light
seemed to shoot before my eyes.

He hurried me into the little parlour (always kept with a slow fire in it
and no poker), where posting company waited while their horses were
putting to, and, shutting the door, said:

"Charley, forgive me!"

"Edwin!" I returned. "Was this well? When I loved her so dearly! When
I had garnered up my heart so long!" I could say no more.

He was shocked when he saw how moved I was, and made the cruel
observation, that he had not thought I should have taken it so much to
heart.

I looked at him. I reproached him no more. But I looked at him. "My
dear, dear Charley," said he, "don't think ill of me, I beseech you! I
know you have a right to my utmost confidence, and, believe me, you have
ever had it until now. I abhor secrecy. Its meanness is intolerable to
me. But I and my dear girl have observed it for your sake."

He and his dear girl! It steeled me.

"You have observed it for my sake, sir?" said I, wondering how his frank
face could face it out so.

"Yes!--and Angela's," said he.

I found the room reeling round in an uncertain way, like a labouring,
humming-top. "Explain yourself," said I, holding on by one hand to an
arm-chair.

"Dear old darling Charley!" returned Edwin, in his cordial manner,
"consider! When you were going on so happily with Angela, why should I
compromise you with the old gentleman by making you a party to our
engagement, a