“La, mamma! I declare I was so terrified, I didn’t know one house from another. But when I saw Mr. Harrington, I was so delighted I never thought about it’s being _the Jew’s_ house--and what matter?” “What matter!” repeated Lady de Brantefield: “are you my daughter, and a descendant of Sir Josseline de Mowbray, and ask what matter?” “Dear mamma, that’s the old story! that’s so long ago!--How can you think of such old stuff at such a time as this? I’m sure I was frightened out of my wits--I forgot even my detestation of----But I must not say that before Mr. Harrington. But now I see the house, and _all that,_ I don’t wonder at him so much; I declare it’s a monstrous handsome house--as rich as a Jew! I’m sure I hope those wretches will not destroy _our_ house--and, oh! the great mirror, mamma!” Mr. and Miss Montenero returned with much concern in their countenances: they announced that the messenger had brought word that the mob were actually pulling down Lady de Brantefield’s house--that the furniture had all been dragged out into the street, and that it was now burning. Pride once more gave way to undisguised terror in Lady de Brantefield’s countenance, and both ladies stood in speechless consternation. Before we had time to hear or to say more, the orange-woman opened the door, and putting in her head, called out in a voice of authority, “Jantlemen, here’s one wants yees, admits of no delay; lave all and come out, whether you will or no, the minute.” We went out, and with an indescribable gesture, and wink of satisfaction, the moment she had Mr. Montenero and me in the hall, she said in a whisper, “‘Tis only myself, dears, but ‘tis I am glad I got yees out away from being bothered by the presence of them women, whiles ye’d be settling all for life or death, which we must now do--for don’t be nursing and dandling yourselves in the notion that _the boys_ will not be wid ye. It’s a folly to talk--they will; my head to a China orange they will, now: but take it asy, jewels--we’ve got an hour’s law--they’ve one good hour’s work first--six garrets to gut, where they are, and tree back walls, with a piece of the front, still to pull down. Oh! I larnt all. He is a _‘cute_ lad you sent, but not being used to it, just went and ruined and murdered us all by what he let out! What do ye tink? But when one of the boys was questioning him who he belonged to, and what brought him in it, he got frighted, and could think of noting at all but the truth to tell: so they’ve got the scent, and they’ll follow the game. Ogh! had I been my own messenger, in lieu of minding that woman within, I’d have put ‘em off the scent. But it’s past me now--so what next?” While Mr. Montenero and I began to consult together, she went on--“I’ll tell you what you’ll do: you’ll send for two chairs, or one--less suspicious, and just get the two in asy, the black one back, the white for’ard, beca’ase she’s coming nat’ral from the