"Be off to your brother! But first go and cool your head under the water-faucet." Muttering and whining, the disconsolate Biddy crept up to the attic for her scanty wardrobe. "Here, fellow!" said Marcia to Number Two, whose foolish smiles at any other time would have been ludicrous,--"go into the kitchen and get sober." He obeyed like a spaniel. "Now, Henry," said Marcia, rather more composed, "let us do something at once. It's plain that we can't live here for the house will be stripped; and in our circumstances we would not stay, if we could. That fellow is so far stupefied that we can save what we can carry away. If you have any spirit left, help me pack our clothes and such things as can be put into our trunks. Come! are you dreaming?" He started up and followed her like a child. With superhuman energy, she ransacked the house and gathered the most valuable articles. Plate, linen, dresses, Parian ware, books, furs, and jewelry were packed, as securely as the time allowed. A carriage and a baggage-wagon were ordered, and in an incredibly short period they were ready to start. "We have forgotten Charles," said Mr. Sandford. "True enough," said Marcia. "Go and call him; he is too handsome to be spared from our party just now. Tell him to bring his clothes." The penitent came down, reluctantly; his nose was still puffy, and the crescent under his eye rather more livid; muffled and cloaked, he was led to the carriage. Mr. Sandford then remembered the cherished parchment certificates and votes of thanks,--his title-deeds to distinction. "Leave them," said his sister, contemptuously. "What are they good for? A few commonplace autographs in tarnished gilt frames." Bridget, meanwhile, went off, threatening all sorts of reprisals on the part of her brother, who "wouldn't see her imposed upon by the likes of thim, not he!" From the kitchen, at intervals, came up doleful snatches of "Then you'll remember me," interrupted by hiccoughs, and with involuntary variations and cadenzas that would have driven "Balfy" mad. All was ready and they drove off. The house wherein had lived a Benefactor of Mankind was deserted. CHAPTER XXII. Greenleaf found a carriage for Mrs. Sandford, and accompanied her to a private boarding-house, where she took lodgings; he then sent the driver back for her trunks, and, having seen her comfortably provided for, returned to his own rooms,--but not to remain there. He desired only to leave a message on his door, explaining his absence. In less than an hour he was in the railway-train, on his way to Innisfield.