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Darcy complied.

Bazas was removed to his place of confinement, and given as much as he could eat.

Next morning Darcy left his bed, after a sleepless night, to visit Bazas early.

That worthy was confined in one of the ancient dungeons of the palace, under the level of the canal, capable of being lighted only artificially. The walls were unplastered, and the huge stones of which they were composed gave them a massive appearance, which impressed on the prisoner the hopelessness of escape. The floor, too, was of stone, covered with the dust of half a century. An iron bedstead, a chair, a table, and a wash-stand constituted the furniture there, also two or three rusted iron rings, rivetted into the solid masonry, from which depended rusted chains, which indicated that additional and apparently superfluous methods of restraint had been sometimes employed in this gloomy chamber.

Darcy found Bazas still in the same subdued frame of mind. His two guardians had complied with Darcy's orders, and given him food; but as our hero had neglected to state that other restrictions used with respect to a prisoner au secret should be relaxed, the two police officers had thought it their duty that Bazas should have as little sleep as possible. He was bloodshot in his eyes, and with a restless, nervous look about him, showing that during his enforced vigilance his thoughts had not ran on pleasant subjects.

Darcy began his conversation by asking if he had now made up bis mind to make the necessary disclosures.

"You would not

"On one condition, I shall do so," said he. promise me my life or liberty yesterday, if I told you all. But you said you had written to London for authority to admit me to the privilege of Queen's witness, which, I suppose, means this, that if I betray my confederate, I shall be pardoned this time. Well, provided you get authority from England, do you promise, notwithstanding the confession I am willing to make to you at present, to let me have the advantage of being Queen's evidence ?"

"You may safely promise that," whispered Loiret.


"I promise," said Darcy.

Well, then," continued Bazas, "I shall make my confession by one o'clock. Meantime, would you order these gentlemen to allow me to sleep quietly till then, for I require to be refreshed to tell my story correctly."

Darcy looked at the two agents de police.

"We did not consider it wise, sir, to abandon the treatment


au sécret, except to the extent you ordered, especially when its effects were so successful."

Bazas smiled grimly.

"I promise you, gentlemen," said he, "that the relaxation I ask will not alter my resolution, which is to tell everything, trust. ing to the promise of Mr. Darcy."

Darcy gave the required order, and, to make sure that the prisoner should not be subjected to any alternative persecution, he told his two servants that their prisoner was to be let absolutely alone. They were only to take care he should not escape.

"I should not try," said Bazas, "even though I were allowed. You do not know the effects of treatment au secret."

One of the effects were visible enough, for in a minute Bazas was sound asleep.

The door was locked and he was left to his slumber.

It might be expected that the interval till one p.m. should be spent by Darcy in a state of restless anxiety; but we have failed to portray this hero properly if the reader should think he betrayed any symptoms of such feelings. On the contrary, he got over the intervening time quietly by conning over an Italian novel with the occasional use of a dictionary. He lunched, as usual, at noon, and by one p.m. was sitting quietly in his room waiting the entrance of Bazas, on whose confession depended everything which man holds dear. But an interruption occurred, which for a time shook even Darcy's equanimity. There was a sonorous ring at the bell.

Darcy listened; he heard the street door opened, heard the voices of several people, among which he distinguished that of Loiret's, steadily asserting that his master was not at home, and that it was unnecessary to enter; but as they did enter, and Darcy heard the sound of several footsteps ascending the stairs, it was clear the new-comers insisted on ascertaining for themselves the truth of the servant's statement.

Darcy was indignant. Such a forcible entry, to an Englishman, is intolerable. It was, therefore, with flashing eyes he rose from his chair as the intruders entered.

His surprise overpowered his indignation, for the first who entered was Mrs. Legh, accompanied by an ecclesiastic, and by five of the Venetian police.

"There is your prisoner," said the ecclesiastic to the police, pointing to Darcy; "secure him !"

But the arrest did not seem so simple a proceeding. Darcy's servants, accustomed to face any danger, flew to his side, and each drew from his bosom a revolver; Darcy took Louret's.

"Look ye, gentlemen'!" said he sternly, "I am not a man to be meddled with with impunity. Advance one step and I fire.

The assailants drew back, but they too were armed, and more than one death would have followed had not Mrs. Legh stepped between them.

"Mr. Darcy," said she, "it is vain for you to resist. The murder of Count Grenville must be avenged by his countrymen. You escaped in England, but you must stand your trial here.”

"Mrs. Legh," said Darcy, "God knows, if the trial would bring truth to light, I should myself court it, but I doubt the result; and conscious of my own innocence, I shall protect myself from the risk. I am here under the protection of the English Embassy, and this letter will probably inform the leader of your party that I am also under the protection of the Police of Venice. So saying Darcy handed to the Sergeant of Police in command of the party Goudot's letter.

"It is quite true, madame," said the Austrian functionary, after carefully perusing the latter. "Monsieur is entitled to our protection; we cannot arrest him."

There was silence for a short time, which at last was broken by the priest.

"Mr. Darcy," said he, “I am uncle to Count Grenville, whom you are accused of having murdered. I am a man of peace, and meddle not with human revenge. Besides, I condemn not unheard. I have read over the evidence of the English trial, which you must yourself admit is against any other theory than that you perpetrated the crime; and if there were any doubt, the fact now ascertained, that the evidence of Sir Philip Warden, to which you owe your acquittal, was false from beginning to end would of itself dispel it. This, I say, is the view taken generally of your case. It is that unhesitatingly believed in by my niece, and it was the conclusion to which I arrived without the slightest hesitation, until this hour when for the first time I have seen you. The reason which makes me now doubt the correctness of the general opinion is nothing more nor less than your expression and manners; so that, of course, I cannot urge that as any reason to induce others to alter their own mind against the conclusion of reason. should like, therefore, to hear whether you have anything to say for yourself which I have not yet heard, and which may fortify the favourable opinion I am at present induced to entertain."


This speech, made with perfect coolness, was to Darcy's own. mind.

"I thank you," said he, "for your candour and for the favourable impression you are disposed to entertain, and the more so because it is in my power at present, if I am not mistaken, if not

to deepen this impression into conviction, at least to make it less fleeting than you tell me it is likely to be.-Bring in," said he to his servants, Leon Bazas."

Nothing was said till that worthy entered the room, and then Darcy desired that the gensdarme should withdraw, in the mean. time keeping guard to prevent any one escaping if they thought proper.


“Oh, that I had a title good enough to

Keep his name company !"

Merchant of Venice.

SMITH! Brown! Jones! Robinson!-who cares
For commoners with names like theirs?

Or seeks to make acquaintance with

A Robinson, Jones, Brown, or Smith ?

But clap a coronet upon

Smith, Brown, Jones, or Robinson,

And see how quickly honoured is
Each nomen multitudinis !

In Strangford, Smith obtained renown;
Kenmare and Sligo brighten Brown,
Making its noble number four

With Lords Kilmaine and Oranmore;
While Ranelagh's old peerage owns
Its kindred in untitled Jones;
And Robinson's redoubled ray
Shines forth in Ripon and De Gray.

Smith, Brown, Jones, Robinson, behold
Your names by Bernard Burke enrolled!
And all our nobles numbered with
Brown, Jones, Robinson, and Smith !



SOPHIA MARKHAM had not quite recovered the good looks of which she used to be so proud, and was, if anything, rather embonpoint; but her late residence in England and on the Continent had greatly improved her appearance. She had large black eyes, her cheeks were somewhat of a brunette's, her hair was glossy black, and her features regular. She was above the middle height and her appearance dignified; but she was of that class, so numerous in India and elsewhere, also to be found,-women who cannot live without some sort of excitement. When the poet who was himself a cynic, and whose life was a long disease, said of the sex that "every woman was at heart a rake," he was not very far from the truth; had he known the ladies who are the staple examples of Indian life, or spoken of the women who form the generality of society in colonial settlements, he would have been justified in his censure, though, happily, many homes in the United Kingdom, may shew exceptions to it. Eliza confided to her friend parts of her little history, and Sophia found her thoughts turning to a new theme, and they went over the subject again and again.

The third day after their arrival, Mrs. Markham was not sorry to hear from the agent the news that he had selected a ship, and that he thought it desirable she should visit it.

"It will be," said she to Eliza, "such fun going over it; we car take a boat to the docks, and then return by the City; and as the agent tells me the hour when the captain is to be on board, we can time ourselves so as to be there and see all the arrangements.

The next day was fine, and they both decided upon going by the river. On the sail down, Mrs. Markham showed Eliza the different buildings on each side of the Thames, and they soon reached the wharf where they were to land, at which place the agent was ready to meet them, and conduct them to the dock, where the vessel was lying. They went along with this cicerone, and walking on board from the dock, were introduced by him to the captain. Mrs. Markbam saw her cabin and approved of it, and it was told her that the vessel would sail in about a fortnight; but that she need not go on board until they reached Portsmouth. As everything she saw met her approbation, she said that she would engage the cabin. They walked over every part, went through the cuddy, the different decks, and Mrs. Markham explained all to Eliza. After

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