young lady terminated in a very singular manner. Suddenly Judge Conway
passed through the crowd, reached the spot where the young people were
conversing, and darting a glance of positive fury at the youth--a
glance which made his eyes resemble coals of fire--offered his arm to
his daughter, and abruptly bore her away.

Davenant's face flushed crimson, and his eyes darted flame. He took a
step as though about to follow--but all at once he stopped.

Then from red his face became pale. The old expression of sadness
returned to his lips. With head bent down, and a faint color stealing
over his cheeks, he went toward the door, and passed though it, and
disappeared.

Before I had time to reflect upon this singular incident, I heard the
voice of Stuart.

"Come, Surry! to horse! unless you wish to remain!" he said.

"Ready, general!" I replied.

And in five minutes we were galloping toward Fleetwood.

"A gay ball," said Stuart, as we rode along; "but do you remember _my
instinct_, Surry?"

"Perfectly, general. Has it told you something on the present
occasion?"

"Yes."