“Mr. Brown,” said Muriel, “here are fifty dollars, which I want you to divide at your discretion among those that need means to get away. It is from a lady who is sitting down there in my carriage. She wanted it given for this purpose. If you need any more, come to my house at any time. And if I can do anything, please to let me know, for I want to help if I can.” He took the money quietly, put his large black hand over his mouth, and bowed low. Then throwing back his head and shoulders, and extending his brawny arm with the bills in the hand, he suddenly fronted the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, with a grandiose manner, pouring his tremendous bass into the concourse, “a lady in the carriage gives fifty dollars to help the brethren that are leaving us for Canada. The lady here has often helped us, and will help again. In my humble opinion, they’re both of ’em God’s ladies, and”— The great voice broke. Muriel, astonished by this unexpected outburst, was yet so overcome by the electric passion of the negro’s speech and manner, that she lost her self-possession, and knew not how to interpose. “Three cheers,” screeched Tugmutton, at this juncture, thinking that some cheering would be highly appropriate. Three? They cheered till they reeled! Roar on roar went up in solid volume, till the sky seemed to swoon above them. Muriel, disconcerted for once in her life, turned to Brown, who stood grimly smiling, and begged him to quiet them and get them to disperse. He put out his hand, and at once the tumult immediately around them dropped, though broken shouting still went on in the rear. Turning to the fat squab who had given the word for this ovation, and played fugleman with cap and voice to it all, Muriel silently beckoned him to follow, and hurriedly bowing and smiling to the calm negro, went on. CHAPTER VII. ROUX. She had not gone half a dozen paces, before some one came striding to her side. It was Harrington, and she instantly put her arm in his, with a gesture so sudden and joyous, that the young man thrilled. “I am so glad you have come,” she said. Emily had insisted on his leaving her, and attending upon Muriel, Harrington remarked. “But you are pale,” he pursued, looking into her face, which colored and smiled under his kind and searching eyes. “And now you are not pale,” he added, laughingly. Muriel laughed silverly, and told the reason of her momentary agitation, which amused Harrington vastly. Presently they reached the dingy alley in which Roux lived. It was a corner house, inhabited by several families. A flight of wooden steps led up to the second story, in which Roux had two rooms.