The Brick Tower was pointed out as having been the prison of Lady Jane Gray; the Devereux Tower as that of the Earl of Essex; the Bell Tower as once the prison of the Princess Elizabeth when she was confined by the jealousy of her sister, Queen Mary; the Bowyer Tower as the place in which the Duke of Clarence was drowned in the butt of malmsey wine. But that which filled the beholders with a deeper gloom than all the others was the Flint Tower, called for the superlative horror of its dungeons the Little Hell. That was the last abyss of the inferno that our sight-seers looked into. The women, at least, could bear no more. “Come,” said Anna, shuddering. “It is not evening, so we have not ‘supped,’ but we have dined ‘full of horrors.’ Let us leave the Tower with its gloomy dungeons and ghastly memories, and the Yeomen of the Guard in their devil’s mourning of black and red, for Bloody Henry Tudor, I suppose; let us get out into the pure open air, and back to the wholesome nineteenth century.” General Lyon and Dick liberally remunerated the civil and attentive warders, and the whole party passed out of the Tower walls, entered their carriage, and returned to their hotel, where awaited them—a very great surprise. CHAPTER XVIII. WAITING AND HOPING. Silence, silence, still, unstirred— Long, unbroken, unexplained; Not one word, one little word Even to show him touched or pained. Silence, silence, all unbroken— Not a sound, a word, or token—OWEN MEREDITH. Still overshadowed with the gloom of their visit to the Tower, our party entered their private parlor at their hotel. They found their favorite sofa occupied by a group of visitors. But before General Lyon had time to recognize or welcome them, a hearty hand was clapped upon his shoulder, and a cheery voice shouted in his ear: “So here you are at last! We have been waiting for you these two hours.” “Colonel Seymour!” exclaimed General Lyon, in unfeigned surprise and delight. “Yes, and Mrs. Seymour and Miss Seymour.” “Old friends, I am glad to see you.” “So am I to see you.” And there was a general and hearty shaking of hands. “Now be seated again all of you. When did you arrive?” inquired the General. “Bless you! Just now, I may say. Landed at Liverpool last night, slept at the Adelphi, took the train this morning and reached London this noon.” “And where are you stopping?” “At Mivart’s for the present. And before we got settled there, I took a Hansom cab and drove off to the American Embassy to inquire where you hung out. I saw a young fellow of the name of Troubador——” “Tredegar,” amended Dick.