--for all that is noble and heroic.'"

"Too much-this is too, too much," stammered out Waife, restlessly turning
away; "but--but, you are folding up the letter. That is all?--he does
not say more? he does not mention any one else?--eh?--eh?"

"No, sir; that is all."

"Thank Heaven! He is an honourable man! Yet he has said more than he
ought--much more than he can prove, or than I--" he broke off, and
abruptly asked--"How did Mr. Darrell take these assertions? With an
incredulous laugh--eh?--'Why, the old rogue had pleaded guilty!'"

"Sir, Alban Morley was there to speak of the William Losely whom he had
known; to explain, from facts which he had collected at the time, of what
nature was the evidence not brought forward. The motive that induced you
to plead guilty I had long guessed; it flashed in an instant on Guy
Darrell; it was not mere guess with him! You ask me what he said? This:
'Grand nature! George is right! and I do bow my head in reverence!'"

"He said that?--Guy Darrell? On your honour, he said that?"

"Can you doubt it? Is he not a gentleman?" Waife was fairly overcome.

"But, sir," resumed Lionel, "I must not conceal from you, that though
George's letter and Alban Morley's comnninications sufficed to satisfy
Darrell, without further question, your old friend was naturally anxious
to learn a more full account, in the hope of legally substantiating your
innocence. He therefore despatched by the telegraph a request to his
nephew to come at once to Fawley. George arrived there yesterday. Do