used. They are dragging her to prison.--They have driven her almost out
of her senses. I must go to her this instant."

"Well, well, don't go without your hat, man, for the people in the
street will take you for a lunatic. May a friend see this letter that
has driven _you_ out of your senses?"

Marvel put it into Wright's hands, who read it with wonderful composure;
and when he came to the end of it, only said--"Hum!"

"Hum," repeated Marvel, provoked beyond measure; "you have no humanity.
You are most strangely prejudiced. You are worse than Goodenough. Why do
you follow me?" continued he, observing that Wright was coming after him
across the inn-yard into the street.

"I follow you to take care of you," said Wright, calmly; "and though you
do stride on at such a rate, I'll be bound to keep up with you."

He suffered Marvel to walk on at his own pace for the length of two
streets, without saying another word; but just as they were turning the
corner into the square where the milliner lived, he again caught hold of
his cousin's arm, and said to him: "Hark you, Marvel; will you trust me
with those bank notes that you have in your pocket? and will you let me
step on to the milliner's, and settle this business for you? I see
it will cost you fifty pounds, but that I cannot help. You may think
yourself well off."

"Fifty pounds! What are fifty pounds?" cried Marvel, hurrying forwards.
"You see that my Alicia must be superior to mercenary considerations;
for, though she knows I have a good fortune, that could not decide her