"I hope the latter accounts are correct," observed Beppy. "We shall certainly have the Pretender here in a couple of days," pursued the curate. "Pray don't call him the Pretender, sir," cried Beppy. "Speak of him with proper respect as Prince Charles Edward." "I can't do that," said Mr. Lewthwaite, "being a loyal subject of King George." "Whom some people regard as a usurper," muttered Beppy. "The news has thrown the whole town into consternation," said Mr. Nichols. "Everybody is preparing for flight. Almost all the warehouses are closed. Half the shops are shut, and as Mr. Lewthwaite and myself passed through the square just now, we didn't see half a dozen persons. Before night the place will be empty. "Well, we shan't go," said Beppy. "The Earl of Warrington has sent away all his plate," pursued Mr. Nichols. "I have very little plate to send away," observed Dr. Byrom. "Besides, I am not afraid of being plundered." "You may not feel quite so secure, sir, when I tell you that the magistrates have thrown open the doors of the House of Correction," said Mr. Nichols. "Very considerate of them, indeed," said Dr. Byrom. "The townspeople will appreciate their attention. Have you any more agreeable intelligence?" "Yes; the postmaster has started for London this morning to stop any further remittances from the bankers, lest the money should fall into the hands of the rebels." "That looks as if the authorities were becoming really alarmed," observed Edward Byrom. "They are rather late in bestirring themselves," said Mr. Nichols. "The boroughreeve and constables have learnt that a good deal of unlawful recruiting for the Pretender has been going on under their very noses, and are determined to put an end to it. Colonel Townley would have been arrested last night if he had not saved himself by a hasty departure. But I understand that an important arrest will be made this morning." "An arrest!--of whom?" inquired Dr. Byrom, uneasily. "I can't tell you precisely, sir," replied Mr. Nichols. "But the person is a Jacobite gentleman of some consequence, who has only just arrived in Manchester." "It must be Sir Richard Rawcliffe," mentally ejaculated Dr. Byrom. "I must warn him of his danger without delay. Excuse me, gentlemen," he said, "I have just recollected an appointment. I fear I shall be rather late." And he was hurrying out of the room, but before he could reach the door, it was opened by the servant, and Atherton Legh came in. Under the circumstances the interruption was vexatious, but quickly recovering from the confusion into which he was thrown, the doctor exclaimed, "You are the person I wanted to see." Seizing the young man's arm, he led him to a small adjoining room that served as a study. "You will think my conduct strange," he said, "but there is no time for explanation. Will you take a message from me to Sir Richard Rawcliffe?" "Willingly," replied Atherton, "I was going to him after I had said a few words to you."