by an expiring and
sullen fire, beside which Mr. Bradley sat, with his feet upon the
fender, apparently striving to coax some warmth into the icy palms of
his spread hands. Crauford himself was walking up and down the room with
a changeful step, and ever and anon glancing his bright, shrewd eye at
the partner of his fraud, who, seemingly unconscious of the observation
he underwent, appeared to occupy his attention solely with the
difficulty of warming his meagre and withered frame.

"Ar'n't you very cold there, sir?" said Bradley, after a long pause, and
pushing himself farther into the verge of the dying embers, "may I not
ring for some more coals?"

"Hell and the--: I beg your pardon, my good Bradley, but you vex me
beyond patience; how can you think of such trifles when our very lives
are in so imminent a danger?"

"I beg your pardon, my honoured benefactor, they are indeed in danger!"

"Bradley, we have but one hope,--fidelity to each other. If we persist
in the same story, not a tittle can be brought home to us,--not a
tittle, my good Bradley; and though our characters may be a little
touched, why, what is a character? Shall we eat less, drink less,
enjoy less, when we have lost it? Not a whit. No, my friend, we will go
abroad: leave it to me to save from the wreck of our fortunes enough to
live upon like princes."

"If not like peers, my honoured benefactor."

"'Sdeath!--yes, yes, very good,--he! he! he! if not peers. Well, all
happiness is in the senses, and Richard Crauford has as many senses as
Viscount Innisdale; but had we been able to protract inquiry another
week, Bradley, why, I would have been my Lord, and you Sir John."

"You bear your losses like a hero, sir," said Mr. Bradley. "To be sure:
there is no loss, man, but life,--none; let us preserve that--and it
will be our own fault if we don't--and the devil take all the rest. But,
bless me, it grows late, and, at all events, we are safe for some hours;
the inquiry won't take place till twelve to-morrow, why should we not
feast till twelve to-night? Ring, my good fellow: dinner must be nearly
ready."

"Why, honoured sir," said Bradley, "I want to go home to see my wife and
arrange my house. Who knows but I may sleep in Newgate to-morrow?"

Crauford, who had been still walking to and fro, stopped abruptly at
this speech; and his eye, even through the gloom, shot out a livid and
fierce light, before which the timid and humble glance of Mr. Bradle