end; there is--my name, my good fellow,
happens to be Master Richard, or rather Mister Richard. In all other
respects, everything is right. I expect a lady; and I am the gentleman,
but not Master Dick, though--Richard is the correct reading."

"Then, sir," replied the fellow, "here she is;" and whilst speaking,
a horseman, bearing a female before him, came forward, and in a few
minutes she was transferred without any apparent resistance, to the
inside of the vehicle which awaited her. This vehicle we shall now
follow.

The night, as we said, was dark, but it was also cold and stormy. The
driver, who had received his instructions, proceeded in the direction of
the Grange; and we only I say so generally, because so many cross roads
branched off from that which they took, that it was impossible to say
when or where; Master or Mister Richard may have intended to stop. In
the meantime, that enterprising and gallant young gentleman commenced a
dialogue, somewhat as follows:--

"My dear Miss Sullivan, I must be satisfied that these fellows have
conducted this business with all due respect to your feelings, I hope
they have not done anything to insult you."

"I am very weak," replied the lady; "you needn't expect me to spake
much, for I'm not able. I only wish I was in Heaven, or anywhere out of
this world."

"You speak as if you had been agitated or frightened; but compose
yourself, you are now under my protection at last, and you shall want
for nothing that can contribute to your ease and comfort. Upon my
honor--upon my sacred honor, I say--I would not have caused you
even this annoyance, were it not that you yourself expressed a
willingness--very natural, indeed, considering our affection--to meet me
here to-night."

"Who tould you that I was willin' to meet you?"

"Who? why who but our mutual friend, the Black Prophet; and by the way,
he is to meet us at the Grey Stone, by and by."

"He tould you false, then," replied his companion, feebly.

"Why," asked Henderson, "are you not here with your own consent?"

"I am--oh, indeed, I am,--it's altogether my own act that brings me
here--my own act--an' I thank God, that I had strength for it."

"Admirable girl!--that is just what I have been led to expect from you,
and you shall not regret it; I have, as I said, everything provided that
can make you happy."

"Happy!--I can't bear this, sir; I'm desavin' you. I'm not what you
think me."

"You are ill, I fear, my de