But to return to the Temple.--Soon after Mr Langley had entered his own room, and while Mary and he were commenting on the frantic behaviour of Adeline, the tawny boy came back from his walk, and heard with marks of emotion, apparently beyond his age, (for though near twelve he did not look above eight years old,) of the sudden and frantic disappearance of Adeline. 'Oh! my dear friend,' cried he, 'if, you are not gone home you will break my poor mother's heart!' 'And who is your mother?' 'Her name is Savanna; and she lives with Mrs Berrendale.' 'Mrs Berrendale!' cried Mary, 'Miss Mowbray you mean.' 'No, I do not; her name was Mowbray, but is now Berrendale.' 'What! is she really married?' asked Langley. 'Yes to be sure.' 'But how do you know that she is?' 'Oh! because I went to church with them, and my mother cooked the wedding-dinner, and I ate plum-pudding and drank punch, and we were very merry,--only my mother cried, because my father could not come.' 'Very circumstantial evidence indeed!' cried Langley, 'and I am very sorry that I did not know so much before. So you and your mother love this extraordinary fine woman, Mrs Berrendale, heh?' 'Love her! To be sure--we should be very wicked if we did not. Did you never hear the story of the pineapple?' said the tawny boy. 'Not I. What was it?' and the tawny boy, delighted to tell the story, with sparkling eyes sat down to relate it. 'You must know, Mr Glenmurray longed for a pineapple.' 'Mrs Glenmurray you mean,' said Mary laughing immoderately. 'I know what I say,' replied the tawny boy angrily; 'and so Miss Adeline, as she was then called, went out to buy one;--well, and so she met my poor father going to prison, and I was crying after her, and so--' Here he paused, and bursting into tears exclaimed, 'And perhaps she is crying herself now, and I must go and see for her directly.' 'Do so, my fine fellow,' cried Langley: 'you had better go home, tell your mother what has passed, and to-morrow' (accompanying him down stairs, and speaking in a low voice) 'I will either write a note of apology or call on Mrs Berrendale myself.' The tawny boy instantly set off, running as fast as he could, telling Langley first, that if any harm had happened to his friend, both he and his mother should lie down and die. And this further proof of Adeline's merit did not tend to calm Langley's remorse for having exposed her to the various distresses which she had undergone at his chambers. CHAPTER XX Adeline awoke early the next morning perfectly sane, though weakened by the exertions which she had experienced the night before, and saw with surprise and alarm that she was not in her own lodging. But she had scarcely convinced herself that she was awake, when Mrs Selby, the mistress of the house, appeared at her bed-side, and, seeing what was passing in her mind by her countenance, explained to her as delicately as she could the situation in which she had been brought there.