"I have seen him, (she exclaimed,) with my own dear eyes!--his ghost, or happorition!" "Whose cost? (cried Camelford;) where is it?--I will teach a cost to frighten a pretty cirl, and trive her tistracted." The manner and appearance of Audrey were such as served to confirm the suspicion in the mind of Roseline, and even De Clavering, till, offended by the supposition of her being insane, she called out in her usual peculiar stile, "Thank God! some folks are no more a lunatic than other folks. I have all my seven senses as perfect as ever I had in my life;--but, Christ Jasus, these are sad times, when one is not allowed to believe their own precious eyes.--Down dropped his horse, poor beast, all in a foam, and down tumbled the young Baron arter him, as dead as my my dear great grandmother." "Who are you talking of? (cried Roseline, rising with the utmost emotion.)--Is the Baron?--is Walter?--is he dead?" "He only died for a few minutes, (answered Audrey, and then he came to himself--" She had time for no more. Roseline heard the well known step of her lover.--Walter rushed into the room, threw himself at her feet, and the next instant caught her in his arms. "This moment (cried he) is that for which my heart has languished! this is a reward for all my fatigue, all my fears and anxieties!--Look up, smile upon me, and say, my sweet Roseline, that my return gives to you an almost equal pleasure as myself; but, first, let me inform you that I have left London without the knowledge and permission of my father." That Roseline rejoiced to see her lover her eyes informed him, but for a few minutes surprise and agitation kept her silent. Sir Philip, Lady de Morney, and the whole family, were soon assembled in the apartment to which Walter had been directed by Audrey. The young Baron, it may be supposed, found a cordial reception, and it is not to be doubted but _that_ he met with from the fair object of his affection was such as amply repaid him for his fatigue, and in his own mind even, for the risk he had hazarded of disobliging his father. This step, however, was owing to a hint dropped by the Baron, that it would be agreeable and convenient, to himself, and necessary for many reasons to his son, that they should prolong their stay in town for some weeks beyond what had been proposed, or intended on their departure from the castle. On this plan being opposed by Walter, the Baron not only appeared displeased, but resolute to carry his point. A circumstance so distressing to his son rendered him equally determined not to submit to such arbitrary, and, in his opinion, cruel authority; therefore, early the next morning he sat off, without being attended by a servant, or informing any one to what part of the globe he meant to go, and the next day reached Bungay-castle in the manner before described.