their employers in the general rapture, and
Emily, who was pale as death, cried and sobbed, and said, "Oh, ma'am,
I'll never let him out of my sight again, no, not for one minute."
Falcon made her a signal, and went out. She met him in the garden.

She was much agitated, and cried, "Oh, you did well to bring him to-day.
I could not have kept it another hour. I'm a wretch."

"You are a good kind girl; and here's the fifty pounds I promised you."

"Well, and I have earned it."

"Of course you have. Meet me in the garden to-morrow morning, and I'll
show you you have done a kind thing to your mistress, as well as me. And
as for the fifty pounds, that is NOTHING; do you hear? it is nothing at
all, compared with what I will do for you, if you will be true to me,
and hold your tongue."

"Oh! as for that, my tongue shan't betray you, nor shame ME. You are a
gentleman, and I do think you love her, or I would not help you."

So she salved her nursemaid's conscience--with the help of the fifty
pounds.

The mother was left to her rapture that night. In the morning Falcon
told his tale.

"At two P.M. a man had called on him, and had produced one of his
advertisements, and had asked him if that was all square--no bobbies on
the lurk. 'All square, my fine fellow.' 'Well,' said he, 'I suppose you
are a gentleman.' 'I am of that opinion too.' 'Well, sir,' says he,
'I know a party as has FOUND a young gent as comes werry nigh your
advertisement.' 'It will be a very lucky find to that party,' I said,
'if he is on the square.' 'Oh, WE are always on the square, when the
blunt is put down.' 'The blunt for the child, when you like, and where
you like,' said I. 'You are the right sort,' said he. 'I am,' replied I.
'Will you come and see if it is all right?' said he. 'In a minute,' said
I. Stepped into my bedroom, and loaded my six-shooter."

"What is that?" said Lusignan.

"A revolver with six barrels: by the by, the very same I killed the lion
with. Ugh! I never think of that scene without feeling a little quiver;
and my nerves are pretty good, too. Well, he took me into an awful part
of the town, down a filthy close, into some boozing ken--I beg pardon,
some thieves' public-house."

"Oh, my dear friend," said Rosa, "were you not frightened?"

"Shall I tell you the truth, or play the hero? I think I'll tell YOU the
truth. I felt a little frightened, lest they should get my money and my
life, without my getting my godson: that is