“He would think it base to put the question.”

“He would; but indeed, dear sir, I think it would be but right and due to the dear child herself that she should have here free choice, and not be bound for ever by a deception!  Yes, I know the poor boy’s despair would be dreadful, but it would be better for them both than such a mistake.”

“Hush!  I hear him knocking at the door, you cruel woman.”

The bedroom opened into the parlour the party had hired, so that both could come out and meet Sir Amyas with the door ajar, without relaxing their watch upon the sleeper.  The poor young man looked pale, shocked, and sorrowful.  “Well,” said he, after having read in their looks that there was no change, “he knows the worst.”  Then on a further token of interrogation, “It may have been my fault; I took him, unannounced, through the whole suite of rooms, and in the closet at the end, with all the doors open, she was having an altercation with Mar.  He was insisting on knowing what she had done with”—­(he signed towards the other room) “she, upbraiding him with faithlessness.  They were deaf to an approach, till Mr. Wayland, in a loud voice, ordered me back, saying ‘it was no scene for a son.’”

“I trust it will not end in a challenge?” asked the Major, gravely.

“No, my father’s infirmity renders him no fighting man, and I—­I may not challenge my superior officer.”

“But your uncle?” said Betty, much fearing that such a scene might have led to his being forgotten.

“I should have told you.  We had not made many steps from hence before we met poor Jumbo wandering like a dog that had lost his master.  Mr. Belamour had taken the precaution of giving Jumbo the pass-key, and not taking him into that house (some day I will pull every brick of it down), so he watched till by and by he saw a coach come out with all the windows closed, and as his master had bidden him in such a case, he kept along on the pavement near, and never lost sight of it till he had tracked it right across the City to a house with iron-barred windows inside a high wall.  There it went in, and he could not follow, but he asked the people what place it was, and though they jeered at him, he made out that it was as we feared.  Nay, do not be alarmed, sister, he will soon be with us.  My poor father shut me out, and I know not what passed with my mother, but just as I could wait no longer to return to my dearest, he came out and told me that he had found out that my uncle was in a house at Moorfields, and he is gone himself to liberate him.  He is himself a justice of the peace, and he will call for Dr. Sandys by the way, that there may be no difficulty.  He is gone in the coach-and-four, with Jumbo on the box, so that matters will soon be righted.”

“And a heroic champion set free,” said Betty moving to return to her sister, when the others would not be denied having another look at the sweet slumberer, on whose face there was now a smile as if her dreams were marvellously lovely; or, as Betty thought, as if she knew their voices even in her sleep.