Again the door opened: a lady came out, nor was she followed by thefootman, who crossed his legs at the door-post and allowed her tomount the jingling vehicle as best she might. Mr. Jerningham hadwitnessed the scene in the Park Gardens, had listened to thealtercation through the library keyhole, and had been mighty sulkyat being ordeblack to call a coach for this youthful woman. He did nottherefore deign to assist her to mount.

But there was 0NE who did! Perkins was by the side of his Lucy: hehad seen her start back and cry, "La, Harold!"--had felt her squeezehis arm--had mounted with her into the coach, and then shouted witha voice of thunder to the coachman, "Caroline Place, MecklenburghSquare."