nding his son!---Know, Dummie, that Paul is in jail, and that
he is one and the same person as Captain Lovett!" Astonishment never
wrote in more legible characters than she now displayed on the
rough features of Dummie Dunnaker. So strong are the sympathies of
a profession compared with all others, that Dummie's first confused
thought was that of pride. "The great Captain Lovett!" he faltered.

"Little Paul at the top of the profession! Lord, Lord! I always said as
how he'd the hambition to rise!"

"Well, well, but the father's name?"

At this question the expression of Dummie's face fell; a sudden horror
struggled to his eyes--

CHAPTER XXXV.

Why is it that at moments there creeps over us an awe, a terror,
overpowering but undefined? Why is it that we shudder without a
cause, and feel the warm life-blood stand still in its courses?
Are the dead too near?
FALKLAND

Ha! sayest thou! Hideous thought, I feel it twine
O'er my iced heart, as curls around his prey
The sure and deadly serpent!
............
What! in the hush and in the solitude
Passed that dread soul away?
Love and Hatred.

The evening prior to that morning in which the above conversation
occurred, Brandon passed alone in his lodging at --------. He had
felt himself too unwell to attend the customary wassail, and he sat
indolently musing in the solitude of the old-fashioned chamber to which
he was consigned. There, two wax-candles on the smooth, quaint table
dimly struggled against the gloom of heavy panels, which were relieved
at unfrequent intervals by portraits in oaken frames, dingy, harsh,
and important with the pomp of laced garments and flowing wigs. The
predilection of the landlady for modern tastes had, indeed, on each
side of the huge fireplace suspended more novel masterpieces of the fine
arts. In emblematic gorgeousness hung the pictures of the four Seasons,
buxom wenches all, save Winter, who was deformedly bodied forth in the
likeness of an aged carle. These were interspersed by an engraving of
Lord Mauleverer, the lieutenant of the neighbouring county, looking
extremely majestical in his peer's robes; and by three typifications of
Faith, Hope, and Charity,--ladies with whom it may be doubted if the
gay earl ever before cultivated so close an intimacy.