'I declare,' said the aunt, 'that is my nephew's voice! This is very lucky! He will now take us in his phaeton.' 'Surely, madam,' exclaimed I, 'you would not trust yourself and this young lady in a phaeton such a night as this; when you see the most experienced drivers are liable to such accidents?' 'If the lady does,' continued the coachman as he was going, 'why I shall suppose she does not value a broken neck of a farthing.' We then proceeded back to the inn, and were presently joined by Hector; whom the aunt immediately began to rate. While she was thus employed, I, endeavouring to disguise my voice, as I had before done in the few sentences I had uttered, and addressing myself to Olivia, said, 'I should be exceedingly concerned, madam, if I thought you would suffer Mr. Mowbray to drive you home till day light shall appear.' 'I certainly shall not, sir;' answered she. 'But do you know my brother?' 'Madam!' 'You are acquainted with his name; and I don't recollect that it has been mentioned.' I hesitated, Hector turned upon us, we were approaching the light, and, with a suddenness which fear and passion inspired, knowing that Mowbray did not understand Italian, I said in an under voice--'_Il Signer Hugo Trevor non e morto, bellissima Signora_; Mr. Trevor is not dead, dearest lady'--At the same instant I snatched her hand, pressed it, was about to raise it to my lips, but recollecting myself, turned short round, and added, '_Addio!_' Clarke was at my back; and I plucked him by the coat, and whispered--'Come with me.'