not blame him, sir, that we share his secret."

"You do? Good heavens! And that lawyer will be barbarous enough to--but
no--he has an interest in not accusing of midnight robbery his danghter's
husband; Jasper's secret is safe with him. And Colonel Morley--surely
his cruel nephew will not suffer him to make me--me, with one foot in the
grave--a witness against my Lizzy's son!"

"Colonel Morley, at Darrell's suggestion, came with me to London; and if
he does not accompany me to you, it is because he is even now busied in
finding out your son, not to undo, but to complete the purpose of your
self-sacrifice. 'All other considerations,' said Guy Darrell, 'must be
merged in this one thought--that such a father shall not have been in
vain a martyr.' Colonel Morley is empowered to treat with your son on
any terms; but on this condition, that the rest of his life shall inflict
no farther pain, no farther fear on you. This is the sole use to which,
without your consent, we have presumed to put the secret we have learned.
Do you pardon George now?"

Waife's lips murmured inaudibly, but his face grew very bright; and as it
was raised upwards, Lionel's ear caught the whisper of a name--it was not
Jasper, it was "Lizzy."

"Ah! why," said Lionel, sadly, and after a short pause, "why was I not
permitted to be the one to attest your innocence--to clear your name?
I, who owed to you so vast an hereditary debt! And now--dear, dear Mr.
Losely--"

"Hush! Waife!--call me Waife still!--and always."