th a glance so quick and
earnest, that Amy felt a little confused.

"No, he is not," said she, "but he saved my life at the end of Ramsgate
pier, and ever since then I have lived with his mother."

It was now Lucy's turn to express deep interest. She begged to have the
circumstances related to her, and Amy, nothing loath, told her how Guy
had plunged into the sea when no one else observed her danger, and
caught her just as she was sinking.

As Amy told her story with animation, and spoke of Guy, with sparkling
eyes, and a rich glow on her fair cheek, Lucy gazed at her with grave
interest, and felt sensations in her breast, which were quite new to
her, and altogether incomprehensible.

Three times had Mrs Laker been sent to knock at Amy's door, and inform
the young ladies that supper awaited them, before they completed their
toilet, and descended to the drawing-room.

Laker called it supper, because she could not conscientiously give the
name of breakfast to a meal extemporised about four o'clock in the
morning!

Mr Burton and Bluenose were already seated at the table. Bax stood
near the fireplace bending down to Mrs Foster, who was looking up in
his face, shaking his hand, and thanking him, with tears in her eyes,
for having saved her son's life! Bax was much perplexed by this view of
the matter, taken and obstinately held to by the widow.

"Really, ma'am," said he, with a deprecatory smile, "you are mistaken, I
assure you. I did not save Guy's life--on the contrary, he saved mine
this night; for if he had not jumped well to wind'ard with the line and
caught hold of the old foremast, where Tommy and I were perched like two
birds--"

"Ha," interrupted Bluenose, bluntly, "you'd both's bin in Davy Jones'
locker by this time; for I seed the old stick myself, not three minits
arter, go by the board like the stem of a baccy pipe."

It was just as Bluenose concluded this speech that the young ladies
entered the room.

"Come," cried Bax, turning quickly towards Lucy, who advanced first,
"here is another witness to the fact. Do try, Miss Burton, to convince
Mrs Foster that I did not--"

Bax paused, for his glance fell at that moment on Amy Russell, whom he
had not observed in the confusion of their first appearance in the
cottage.

"My adopted daughter," said Mrs Foster, taking Amy by the hand and
leading her forward; "shake hands with Mr Bax, darling, who has saved
Guy's life to-night."

Bax held Amy's wh