o believe that he will sleep--if sleep he can--in Waterford
jail before to-morrow mornin'. But," he added, with a look which was so
replete with vengeance and terror, that it perfectly stunned the girl,
"perhaps he won't, though. It is likely that the fate of Grace Davoren
will prevent him from it."

He did not give her time to reply, but instantly disappeared, and left
her in a state of mind which our readers may very well understand.

She immediately went to her uncle's library, where the following brief
dialogue occurred:

"Uncle, this marriage must not and shall not take place."

"What!" replied the peer; "then he is none of the twelve apostles."

"You are there mistaken," said she; "he is one of them. Remember Judas."

"Judas! What the deuce are you at, my dear niece?"

"Why, that he is a most treacherous villain: that's what I'm at," and
her face became crimson with indignation.

"But what's in the wind? Don't keep me in a state of suspense. Judas!
Confound it, what a comparison! Well, I perceive you are not disposed to
become Mrs. Judas. You know me, however, well enough: I'm not going
to press you to it. Do you think, my dear niece, that Judas was a
gentleman?"

"Precisely such a gentleman, perhaps, as Mr. Woodward is."

"And you think he would betray Christ?"

"He would poison his brother, uncle, because he stands between him and
his mother's property, which she has recently expressed her intention of
leaving to that brother--a fact which awoke something like compassion in
my breast for Woodward."

"Well, then, kick him to hell, the scoundrel. I liked the fellow in
the beginning, and, indeed, all along, because he had badgered me so
beautifully,--which I thought few persons had capacity to,--and in
consequence, I entertained a high opinion of his intellect, and be
hanged to him; kick him to hell, though."

"Well, my dear lord and uncle, I don't think I would be capable of
kicking him so far; nor do I think it will be at all necessary, as
my opinion is, that he will be able to reach that region without any
assistance."

"Come, that's very well said, at all events--one of your touchers, as I
call them. There, then, is an end to the match and marriage, and so be
it."

She here detailed at further length, the conversation which she had with
Shawn-na-Middogue; mentioned the fact, which had somehow become well
known, of his having wrought the ruin of Grace Davoren, and concluded by
stating that, no