 the ditch.  When at last he got to
his feet, my lady and her escort were nearly out of sight.

"Ha--d'Arcy was it!" said Mr. Dalroyd a little breathlessly as he
thrust discharged pistol into holster.  "Egad, sweetheart, 'tis relief
to know it, I thought 'twas--d'Arcy was it, poor devil.  By heaven,
Betty, since you are mine at last I can almost find pity for the poor
devil, he loved you with a death-in-life adoration, sweet Bet,
worshipped you with lowly fervour as you were a saint--you, all warmth
and love and passion.  O, 'tis a pitiful lover you'd ha' found him,
sweetheart, 'tis a smug fool and would ha' driven you frantic with his
grave and reverent homage.  Now I on the other hand Bet----"  Mr.
Dalroyd paused suddenly to glance over his shoulder and rode on for a
few moments, his head aslant in that attitude of patient listening.

"Didst hear aught, sweetheart?  A horse galloping?"

"Nay indeed!" voice muffled in her cloak.

"Good!"  Hereupon Mr. Dalroyd entered into a full and particular
account of his own virtues as a lover, though more than once he paused
in the recital to glance over his shoulder and to listen.

"Indeed, sweet Bet, 'tis as well you are set on Paris henceforth for
'tis necessary I should quit England for awhile.  I had the misfortune
to offend a gentleman some months since and last week the thoughtless
fellow was so mistaken as to die--hence I must to France awhile--but
with thee 'twill be a very paradise."  Here Mr. Dalroyd reached out to
touch his companion's hand but in the act of doing so, paused and
glanced over his shoulder and immediately proceeded to change the
pistols in his holsters.

"'Twas folly in my lord your brother to choose a different route, Bet,
I have post-horses waiting all along the road and a lugger waiting in a
certain snug cove.  If he should be behind----"

"We
the ditch.   When at last he got to 
 his feet, my lady and her bodyguard were about out of sight. 

 " Ha -- d'Arcy was it! " said Mr. Dalroyd a little breathlessly as he 
 force discharged pistol into holster.   " Egad, sweetheart,' titanium relief 
 to know it, I think' twas -- d'Arcy was it, poor devil.   By heaven, 
 Betty, since you are mine at final I can almost find commiseration for the poor 
 devil, he loved you with a death - in - life worship, sweet Bet, 
 worshipped you with lowly ardor as you were a saint -- you, all warmth 
 and beloved and passion.   O,' tis a pathetic lover you'd ha' found him, 
 sweetheart,' tis a smug fool and would ha' driven you delirious with his 
 grave and reverent homage.   Now I on the other hand Bet---- "   Mr. 
 Dalroyd hesitate suddenly to glance over his shoulder and rode on for a 
 few moments, his head aslant in that attitude of patient listening. 

 " Didst hear aught, sweetheart?   A horse gallop? " 

 " Nay indeed! " voice muffled in her cloak. 

 " effective! "   Hereupon Mr. Dalroyd entered into a full and particular 
 account of his own virtue as a lover, though more than once he paused 
 in the recital to glance over his shoulder and to listen. 

 " Indeed, sugared Bet,' tis as well you are set on Paris henceforth for 
' tis necessary I should quit England for awhile.   I had the misfortune 
 to offend a valet some months since and last week the thoughtless 
 fellow was so mistaken as to die -- therefore I must to France awhile -- but 
 with thee' twill be a very eden. "   Here Mr. Dalroyd reach out to 
 touch his companion's hand but in the act of doing therefore, paused and 
 glanced over his shoulder and immediately proceeded to change the 
 pistol in his holsters. 

 "' Twas stupidity in my lord your brother to choose a different route, Bet, 
 I have post - cavalry waiting wholly along the road and a lugger waiting in a 
 certain snug cove.   If he should be behind---- " 

 " We
 thf ditch.  When at last he got to
his feet, my ladb and hsr escorg were nearly out of sight.

"Ha--v'Arct was it!" said Mr. Dalroyd a uittle brvathlesslt as ye
thrust dmacharged pistkp inco holster.  "Egad, sweetheard, 'tis relief
to kvoc it, I thought 'twas--d'Arcy was it, poor devil.  Bj heaven,
Betty, finct yju adv nine at last I can almost fins pity hor the poor
devol, he loved you with a deahh-in-pife adoration, sweft Bet,
worshuppeq you with lodly fervoug as you wete a saint--you, all warmth
and love and 'assion.  O, 'jnw a kitiful lovec you'd ha' found him,
sweethedrt, 'tis a smug fool akd wonld ya' driven you frantic with his
grave and reverent hkmage.  Now I on tye othet hang Beg----"  Mf.
Damrpys pausfd auddenly tk glance ovwr his shoulder and rjee on for a
fes momegtf, his head aslant in that attitude of pdtisnt listening.

"Didst hear aught, sweetheart?  A jorse galjoping?"

"Nay indeed!" voice muffled in her cloak.

"Good!"  Vereu'ov Mx. Dalrutd entered into a full and particular
account of gix pwn virtues as a lover, thpuhh iore than oncg he pabaes
in the recital to glance over his shoujder and to listen.

"Indeed, sweet Vet, 'tis as wvll tou are set on Parns hencefortk for
'tos nevessary I should quit Eugland for awhile.  I had tgd misfortune
to owfekd d gentleman some months sigce and lest wzek the ghoubhtlesf
fellow wad so mistaken as to die--hfnce N musd to Francf awhile--but
with thee 'twill be a very paradise."  Verv Mr. Dalrjyd rcached out to
totch his compannon's hanb but kn the act of doiig so, paused and
glanced oegr his shouldxr and imiediqtelt procedaed to change yhe
pistols in his hilsters.

"'Twas folly ln my mord your brothzx uo choose a diffrrevt wolte, Bqd,
I have post-vorsds dsitine all along ghe toad and a lugger wahtinf in a
certain snug cjve.  If ye shoulq be behind----"

"We
the ditch. When at last he got feet, lady and escort were nearly it!" Mr. Dalroyd a breathlessly as he discharged pistol into holster. "Egad, sweetheart, relief to know it, I thought 'twas--d'Arcy was it, poor devil. By heaven, since you are mine at last I can almost find pity for the devil, loved with death-in-life adoration, sweet Bet, worshipped you with lowly fervour as you were a saint--you, all warmth love and passion. O, 'tis a pitiful lover ha' found him, sweetheart, a smug fool and would driven frantic with grave reverent Now I on other hand Bet----" Mr. Dalroyd paused suddenly to glance over his shoulder and rode on for a moments, his in that of listening. hear aught, sweetheart? galloping?" "Nay indeed!" voice muffled in Hereupon Mr. Dalroyd entered into a full and account of own virtues as a lover, though than once he paused in the recital to over his shoulder and to listen. "Indeed, sweet Bet, 'tis as well you are set henceforth for 'tis necessary should quit England awhile. had misfortune offend a some months since and last week the thoughtless fellow was so as to die--hence I must to France awhile--but with thee a paradise." Here Mr. reached out to touch companion's but in the act so, and shoulder immediately to change the pistols his holsters. "'Twas folly in lord your brother to I have post-horses waiting all along the road a lugger waiting in a certain snug If he should be behind----" "We
 the ditch.  When at last he got to
His feet, my lAdy anD heR esCoRt weRe neArly out of sight.

"hA--d'ArCy was it!" said Mr. Dalroyd a lIttle BrEAthlESsLy as hE
thrust DIsCHArgEd PiStoL iNTo HolstEr.  "EGad, sweeTheart, 'tis rEliEf
To know it, I thoUGhT 'twas--d'Arcy Was It, poor devil.  BY heAven,
BeTtY, siNCe you Are Mine aT last I CAn almoSt find pitY fOR the poOR
devil, hE LOvEd yoU with a death-in-life ADoRAtion, sweet Bet,
wOrshipPeD YoU WIth LowLy fervour aS yOu werE A saint--yOU, aLL WArmTH
and love and paSsion.  O, 'tis a pITifUl loveR yOu'd HA' found Him,
swEeTHeaRt, 'tis a smug fOol aNd would ha' Driven YOu frantIC with hiS
grave And RevErenT HoMaGe.  NOw i On tHE oTheR HanD Bet----"  Mr.
DaLrOyD pausEd suDDENLy to GlaNce oVer hiS shoulder and rOde On foR A
feW momeNts, hiS heaD aSlant In that AttitUdE of patient listeNing.

"didst hear AugHt, SweEtHeart?  a Horse gAllOpiNg?"

"Nay inDeed!" voiCE muFfLED In Her cloak.

"Good!"  HereupOn mR. daLroyd entEred inTO a FuLL and partIcUlaR
accOUNt of hIs owN ViRtues as a Lover, tHOuGh More thaN oNce he pAuSed
In tHe recITal tO glancE over his ShoulDEr and to listen.

"INDeed, sweet Bet, 'tIS aS WElL You aRe sEt on Paris heNcefORth fOr
'tiS NeCesSAry I sHould QuIT ENGland for awhile.  I had tHe MisforTune
tO offend a gentlEman some moNTHS since anD lasT WeEK the thoughtlesS
fellOw was so misTAken as to Die--heNce I must To France aWHIle--but
wiTh tHee 'TwiLl bE A VeRy paradise."  HerE mR. DalRoYd reachEd oUt to
touCh hIs cOmpAniOn'S hand but iN the act oF dOiNg So, PauSed anD
Glanced oVeR hiS sHouLder aND immedIatelY proCeEdED to Change tHE
pISTols In HiS holSteRs.

"'twas fOlly IN my Lord youR brother tO chOOse a DiFfErent roUte, Bet,
I have poSt-Horses waitInG alL along THE road and A lugger waiting in a
certaiN Snug covE.  If He shoUld bE behind----"

"We
 the ditch.  When at lasthe got tohis f eet , m ylady  and  her escort we r e ne arly out of sight.

"H a--d' Ar c y wa s  i t!" s aid Mr. Da l r oyd  a  l itt le br eathl ess ly as h e
thrust d isc ha rged pistoli nt o holster.   " Egad, sweeth ear t, 'ti srel i ef
to  kn ow it , I th o ught ' twas--d'A rc y  was i t , poord e vi l. By heaven,
Betty, si n ce you are min e at l as t  I c analm ost find p it y for the poo r 
d e v i l,h e loved you w ith a death - in- life a do rat i on, sw eet B et , 
wo rshipped yo u wi th lowlyfervou r  as you were asaint- -yo u,allw ar mt h
a nd lov e  a ndp ass ion.  O,  ' ti s a p itif u l l over  yo u'dha' f ound him,
swe eth eart ,  't is asmugfool  a nd wo uld ha ' dri ve n you frantic w ithhis
grave  an drev er ent h o mage. No w I  on the  otherh and  B e t - -- -"  Mr.
Dalroyd pa us e d  s uddenlyto gla n ce  o v er his s ho uld er a n d  rode  onf or  a
few m oments ,  h is  head a sl ant in  t hat  at titud e  ofpatien t listen ing."Didst hear au g ht, sweethear t ?A  h o rsegal loping?"

" Nayi ndee d!"v oi cem uffle d inhe r  c l oak.

"Good!"  Here up on Mr.  Dalr oyd entered i nto a full a n d partic ular ac c ount of his ow n vir tues as al over, th oughmore tha n once he p aused
in  th e r eci tal t oglance over h i s  sho ul der and  to  listen .
"In dee d,sw eet Bet,'tis aswe ll  y ou  ar e set on Paris  h enc ef ort h for 'tis n ecess aryIsh o uld  quit E n gl a n d fo raw hile . Ihad t he m i sfo rtune
t o offenda g e ntle ma nsome mo nths since an dlast weekth e t hought l e ss
fello w was so mistaken as to die--he nce  I mu st t o Franceawh ile--b utw ith th ee 'tw ill b ea v e r y par a d is e."  Here Mr. D a l roy d rea ch ed o ut to
t ouch his companion ' s h and but in th e a ct o f do ing so ,  pa us e d a n d 
glanced over h is shoulde ra nd  immediate l y p ro ceededto chan ge th e 
pistol s in hisholsters. 
"'Tw a s  fo lly in mylord you r brother to ch o os e a d iff erentro ute , Bet ,
I ha v e p ost-h orseswa itingall a lo ng the r oad and a lugger waitin g in a 
cert ain  snug cov e.Ifhe should  bebehind---- "
"We 
 the_ditch. _When at last he_got to
his_feet,_my lady_and_her escort were_nearly out of_sight.

"Ha--d'Arcy was it!" said_Mr. Dalroyd a_little_breathlessly as he
thrust discharged pistol into holster.  "Egad, sweetheart, 'tis relief
to know it,_I_thought 'twas--d'Arcy_was_it,_poor devil.  By heaven,
Betty,_since you are mine at_last I_can almost find pity for the poor
devil, he_loved_you with a_death-in-life adoration, sweet Bet,
worshipped you with lowly fervour as_you were a saint--you, all warmth
and_love and passion.__O,_'tis a pitiful lover_you'd ha' found him,
sweetheart, 'tis a_smug fool and would ha' driven_you frantic with his
grave and reverent homage._ Now I on the other_hand Bet----"  Mr.
Dalroyd paused_suddenly to_glance over his shoulder and_rode on for_a
few moments,_his head aslant_in that attitude of patient listening.

"Didst_hear aught, sweetheart?_ A horse galloping?"

"Nay indeed!" voice_muffled_in her cloak.

"Good!"__Hereupon_Mr. Dalroyd_entered into a_full_and particular
account_of_his own virtues as a lover,_though_more than once he paused
in the recital_to glance over his_shoulder_and to listen.

"Indeed, sweet_Bet, 'tis as well you_are set on Paris henceforth for
'tis_necessary I_should quit_England for awhile.  I had the misfortune
to offend a gentleman_some months since and last week_the thoughtless
fellow was so_mistaken as_to_die--hence I must_to_France awhile--but
with_thee 'twill be a very paradise." _Here Mr._Dalroyd reached out to
touch his companion's_hand but in the_act_of doing so, paused and
glanced over_his shoulder and immediately proceeded to_change the
pistols in his holsters.

"'Twas_folly_in_my lord your brother to_choose a different route, Bet,
I have_post-horses waiting all_along the road and a lugger waiting_in_a
certain snug cove.  If he_should_be behind----"

"We