“A ladder! a ladder!” cried Leonard.

“Here is one,” cried Wingfield, pointing to one propped against an adjoining house.  And in another moment, by the combined efforts of the crowd, the ladder was brought and placed against the burning building.

“Which is the window?” cried Leonard.

“That on the right, on the second floor,” replied Hodges.  “Gracious Heaven! the flames are bursting from it.”

But Leonard’s foot was now on the ladder, and rushing up with inconceivable swiftness, he plunged through the window regardless of the flame.  All those who witnessed this daring deed, regarded his destruction as certain, and even Hodges gave him up for lost.  But the next moment he appeared at the window, bearing the fainting female form in his arms, and with extraordinary dexterity obtaining a firm footing and hold of the ladder, descended in safety.  The shout that burst from such part of the assemblage as had witnessed this achievement, and its successful termination, attracted the king’s attention, and he inquired the cause of the clamour.

“I will ascertain it for your majesty,” replied Rochester, and proceeding to the group, he learnt, to his great satisfaction, what had occurred.  Having gained this intelligence, he flew back to the king, and briefly explained the situation of the parties.  Doctor Hodges, it appeared, had just removed to the house in question, which belonged to one of his patients, as a temporary asylum, and the Lady Isabella had accompanied him.  She was in the upper part of the house when the fire broke out, and was so much terrified that she swooned away, in which condition her attendant left her; nor was the latter so much to blame as might appear, for the stairs were burning at the time, and a moment’s delay would have endangered her own safety.

“Fate, indeed, seems to have brought these young persons together,” replied Charles, as he listened to Rochester’s recital, who took this opportunity of acquainting him with Lord Argentine’s dying injunctions, “and it would be a pity to separate them.”

“I am sure your majesty has no such intention,” said Rochester.

“You will see,” rejoined the monarch.  And, as he spoke, he turned his horse’s head, and moved towards the spot where Leonard was kneeling beside Isabella, and supporting her.  Some restoratives having been applied by Doctor Hodges, she had regained her sensibility, and was murmuring her thanks to her deliverer.

“She has not lost her beauty, I perceive,” cried Charles, gazing at her with admiration, and feeling something of his former passion revive within his breast.

“Your majesty, I trust, will not mar their happiness,” said Rochester, noticing the monarch’s libertine look with uneasiness.  “Remember, you owe your life to that young man.”

“And I will pay the debt royally,” replied Charles; “I will give him permission to marry her.”

“Your majesty’s permission is scarcely needed,” muttered Rochester.