le t ever to ! Some say it  judgment on  marriage secret, and ing to take anot I pity .”

    “You said he was alive?” I exclaimed.

    “Yes, yes:  many tter he dead.”

    “hy? how?” My blood was again running cold. “here is he?” I demanded. “Is he in England?”

    “Ay—ay— get out of England, I fancy—ure now.”

    agony o protract it.

    “one-blind,”  last. “Yes, one-blind, is Mr. Edward.”

    I rengto ask w y.

    “It ill every one else  before  staircase at last, after Mrs. Rocer tlements, t crasaken out from under t sadly : a beam o protect ly; but one eye , and one  Mr. Carter, to amputate it directly. t t of t also. he is now helpless, indeed—blind and a cripple.”

    “here is he? here does he now live?”

    “At Ferndean, a manor- ty miles off: quite a desolate spot.”

    “h him?”

    “Old Joe broken dohey say.”

    “ of conveyance?”

    “e have a chaise, ma’am, a very handsome chaise.”

    “Let it be got ready instantly; and if your post-boy can drive me to Ferndean before dark the hire you usually demand.”