ed gently at his door, and was invited to
enter. The good man was pale and agitated. Ferdinand was already in bed.
Glastonbury took a chair, and seated himself by his side.

'My dear friend, what is the matter?' said Ferdinand.

'I have seen her, I have seen her!' said Glastonbury.

'Henrietta! seen Henrietta?' enquired Ferdinand.

Glastonbury nodded assent, but with a most rueful expression of
countenance.

'What has happened? what did she say?' asked Ferdinand in a quick voice.

'You are two innocent lambs,' said Glastonbury, rubbing his hands.

'Speak, speak, my Glastonbury.'

'I wish that my death could make you both happy,' said Glastonbury; 'but
I fear that would do you no good.'

'Is there any hope?' said Ferdinand. 'None!' said Glastonbury. 'Prepare
yourself, my dear child, for the worst.'

'Is she married?' enquired Ferdinand.

'No; but she is going to be.'

'I know it,' said Ferdinand.

Glastonbury stared.

'You know it? what! to Digby?'

'Digby, or whatever his name may be; damn him!'

'Hush! hush!' said Glastonbury.

'May all the curses------'

'God forbid,' said Glastonbury, interrupting him.

'Unfeeling, fickle, false, treacherous------'

'She is an angel,' said Glastonbury, 'a very angel. She has fainted, and
nearly in my arms.'

'Fainted! nearly in your arms! Oh, tell me all, tell me all,
Glastonbury,' exclaimed Ferdinand, starting up in his bed with an eager
voice and sparkling eyes. 'Does she love me?'

'I fear so,' said Glastonbury. 'Fear!'

'Oh, how I pity her poor innocent heart!' said Glastonbury.

'When I told her of all your sufferings------'

'Did you tell her? What then?'

'And she herself has barely recovered from a long and terrible illness.'

'My own Henrietta! Now I could die happy,' said Ferdinand.

'I thought it would break your heart,' said Glastonbury.

'It is the only happy moment I have known for months,' said Ferdinand.

'I was so overwhelmed that I lost my presence of mind,' said
Glastonbury. 'I really never meant to tell you anything. I do not know
how I came into your room.'

'Dear, dear Glastonbury, I am myself again.'

'Only think!' said Glastonbury; 'I never was so unhappy in my life.'

'I have endured for the last four hours the tortures of the damned,'
said Ferdinand, 'to think that she was going to be married, to be
married to another; that she was happy, proud, prosperous, totally
regardless of me, perhaps utterly forgetful of the p