I hastened into the Haymarket, summoned a cabriolet, drove home as fast
as I could (for I had no money about me for the journey I meditated),
sent the servant of the lodging to engage a chaise-and-four, rushed into
the room, where Roland fortunately still was, and exclaimed,--"Uncle,
come with me! Take money, plenty of money! Some villany I know, though
I can't explain it, has been practised on the Trevanions. We may defeat
it yet. I will tell you all by the way. Come, come!"

"Certainly. But villany,--and to people of such a station--pooh!
collect yourself. Who is the villain?"

"Oh, the man I had loved as a friend; the man whom I myself helped to
make known to Trevanion,--Vivian, Vivian!"

"Vivian! Ah, the youth I have heard you speak of! But how? Villany to
whom,--to Trevanion?"

"You torture me with your questions. Listen: this Vivian (I know him),
--he has introduced into the house, as a servant, an agent capable of any
trick and fraud; that servant has aided him to win over her maid,--
Fanny's--Miss Trevanion's. Miss Trevanion is an heiress, Vivian an
adventurer. My head swims round; I cannot explain now. Ha! I will
write a line to Lord Castleton,--tell him my fears and suspicions; he
will follow us, I know, or do what is best."

I drew ink and paper towards me and wrote hastily. My uncle came round
and looked over my shoulder.

Suddenly he exclaimed, seizing my arm: "Gower, Gower! What name is
this? You said Vivian."