“Much as it hurts the delicacy and wounds the pride of Alicia, she is compelled, by the perfidy of a bosom friend of her own sex, to apply for assistance and protection to one who will feel for the indignity that has been shown her. How will his generous nature shudder, when he hears that she is on the point of being dragged to a loathsome dungeon, for want of the paltry sum of fifty pounds! Retrospection may convince the man of her heart, that her soul is superior to mercenary considerations; else, she would not now be reduced so low in the power of her enemies: she scarcely knows what she writes--her heart bleeds--her brain is on fire! “‘Celestial sounds! Peace dawns upon my soul, And every pain grows less. Oh! gentle Altamont, Think not too hardly of me when I’m gone, But pity me. Had I but early known Thy wond’rous worth, thou excellent young man, We had been happier both. Now ‘tis too late. And yet my eyes take pleasure to behold thee! Thou art their last dear object.--Mercy, Heav’n!’ “Your affectionate, “And (shall I confess it?) “Too affectionate, “ALICIA.” Marvel was settling some accounts with Wright when this note was put into his hands: scarcely had he glanced his eye over it, when he started up, seized a parcel of bank notes, which lay on the table, and was rushing out of the room. Wright caught hold of his arm, and stopped him by force. “Where now? What now, Marvel?” said he. “Do not stop me, Wright! I will not be stopped! She has been barbarously used. They are dragging her to prison.--They have driven her almost out of her senses. I must go to her this instant.” “Well, well, don’t go without your hat, man, for the people in the street will take you for a lunatic. May a friend see this letter that has driven _you_ out of your senses?” Marvel put it into Wright’s hands, who read it with wonderful composure; and when he came to the end of it, only said--“Hum!” “Hum,” repeated Marvel, provoked beyond measure; “you have no humanity. You are most strangely prejudiced. You are worse than Goodenough. Why do you follow me?” continued he, observing that Wright was coming after him across the inn-yard into the street. “I follow you to take care of you,” said Wright, calmly; “and though you do stride on at such a rate, I’ll be bound to keep up with you.” He suffered Marvel to walk on at his own pace for the length of two streets, without saying another word; but just as they were turning the corner into the square where the milliner lived, he again caught hold of his cousin’s arm, and said to him: “Hark you, Marvel; will you trust me with those bank notes that you have in your pocket? and will you let me step on to the milliner’s, and settle this business for you? I see it will cost you fifty pounds, but that I cannot help. You may think yourself well off.”