Now, Sir,' said he, with a look that bespoke his consequence,--have patience, whilst I tie up my horse. _Patience_, John! (and I swore at him) I am out of all _patience_. With that he condescended to deliver your letters.--I rambled with surprise at the contents, and fell against a hedge.--John, who by this time had fasten'd his steed, came up to me just as I recover'd my legs;--and speaking close to my ear,--'Twas _John Warren_, Sir, was the _man_ who found out the Lady; 'twas I was the _man_, Sir. I shook him heartily by the hand, but for my soul could not utter a syllable.--I hope you are not ill, Sir, said the poor fellow, thinking me seiz'd speechless.-- No, John;--no, reply'd I; it is only excess of pleasure.--You are a welcome messenger:--you have made your fortune, John Warren, and please your honour, has made his dear Lord happy;--that is more _pleasurable_ to him than all the riches in the world. You are an honest, good creature, John. Ay, Captain; but was it not very sensible to remember the young Lady's hand-writing?--Would a powder-headed monkey have had the forecast? Oh very sensible, John;--very sensible, indeed!--Now go the Abbey;--ask for my servant;--say you was sent by Mr. Molesworth to enquire for the family; but do not mention you have seen me:--I shall return by a different way. John mounted immediately, and I walk'd full speed towards the house. I found Mr. Morgan taking long strides up and down the dining-parlour, puffing, blowing, and turning his wig on every side. Where have you been, Captain? I have sent to seek you.--Lord Darcey's servant is without;--come to enquire how things are _here_.--I would not let them send his message up;--but I have been out myself to ask for his Lordship. Well, Sir, and what says the servant? Says!--Faith I hardly know what he says--something about hopes of him:--to be plain, I should think it better if _hope_ was out of the question.--If _he_ and all of _us_ were dead--But see John yourself; I will send him to you. As he was just without the door, I drew him back,--and turn'd the key.-- Come hither, Sir;--Come hither, Mr. Morgan:--I have something of importance to communicate. D----n ye, Captain, what's the matter now? (staring.)--I'll hear no more bad news:--upon my soul, I'll run out of it (attempting to open the door). Hold, Sir; why this impatience?--Miss Powis _lives!_--Will you run from me now?--Miss Powis _lives!_--With that he sent forth a horrid noise;--something betwixt howling and screaming.--It reach'd the dressing-room, as well it might:--had the wind sat that way, I question if the village would not have been alarm'd.--Down ran Sir James and Mr. Powis into the library;--out jump'd Mr. Morgan.--I held up my hand for him to retreat:--he disregarding the caution, I follow'd.--Sir James was inquiring of a servant whence the noise had proceeded.