“Oh, Anna, that does comfort me. To think that the Lord knows where he is, though I do not; the _Lord_ can take care of him, though I cannot. Oh, I thought no one but the thieves could know where little Lenny is to-night; but behold the Lord knows! And I feared that I could do nothing more for him to-night; but behold I can pray to the Lord for him. I will spend the night in praying for him!” said the bereaved mother, growing somewhat more composed. But there was no going to bed in the ladies’ apartments that night. As they had not broken their fast since morning, Anna ordered tea to be served in the drawing-room. Consumed by the feverish thirst brought on by mental distress, they drank some tea, but would eat nothing. When the service was removed, both went to Anna’s room, for Drusilla did not dare to trust herself within her own desolated chamber, and they changed their carriage dresses for loose wrappers, and they spent the night in vigil and in prayer. CHAPTER XXIII. ALEXANDER’S JEALOUSY. Ten thousand fears Invented wild, ten thousand frantic views Of horrid rivals, hanging on the charms, For which he melts in fondness, eat him up With fervent anguish and consuming rage.—THOMPSON. We must return to the hour when Alexander threw himself into his cab and dashed back to his hotel. He did not go to bed, you may be sure. He had a countryman and an acquaintance in the same house, who was no other than our young friend, Francis Tredegar. Francis occupied the singular position of being on friendly terms with both Alick and Drusilla, without knowing or even suspecting the relation that these two bore to each other; and, moreover, as he never happened to mention the name of Lord Killcrichtoun to Mrs. Lyon, or that of Mrs. Lyon to Lord Killcrichtoun, neither one of these was aware of his acquaintance with the other. Mr. Tredegar had been at the Ambassadress’ ball, and had returned to his hotel about the same hour that Alexander got back there. So Alexander, instead of going directly to his own apartments, went first to Mr. Tredegar’s room and rapped “Who’s there?” cried a voice from within. “It is I. Have you retired yet?” “No. Come in.” Alick entered and found his friend, divested of his coat and vest and preparing for bed. “Put on your clothes again, Francis, you must do something for me before you sleep,” said Alexander, walking towards the dressing-table at which Mr. Tredegar stood, with his back to his visitor.