and unclean place I first saw the full radiance of God's truth that it is infinitely more blessed to give than to receive. We stood for a long time looking upon this memorable meeting of Cadmus and Caliban. When at length he caught sight of us, Rayel came where we stood, and said he was ready to go home. Perceiving that we were about to go, the crowd hurried from the building into the narrow alley leading out upon the street. Some shouted endearing farewells as we passed them, and many of their hardened faces were wet with tears. The sun was just going down and the shadows were deepening between the high walls looming above us as we started homeward. Hester insisted that we must dine with her and decide upon the day of our departure. Rayel and I went directly home for a bath and a change of clothing, after which we proceeded at once to Hester's apartments. Evidently somewhat fatigued by the day's experience, Rayel had little to say while we were eating dinner. It was arranged that we would start for England by the first steamer on which we could secure a comfortable passage. We had no sooner finished our coffee than a servant announced Mr. Benjamin Murmurtot, who wished to see Miss Bronson. “A reporter!” exclaimed Hester. “There's no dodging them in America. Shall I ask him in for a moment?” We said yes, of course, and Mr. Murmurtot presently fluttered into the room. He was a natty little man, with a large nose, a bald head and a decidedly English accent. “Delighted to see you, Miss Bronson,” said he, “delighted, I'm sure. Thought I'd call and pay my respects before you leave the city.” He greeted us all with like effusiveness and sat down facing Hester. “It's very kind of you,” said she; “but pray how did you know I was to leave the city?” “Why, I'm sure, Miss Bronson, everybody knows you are going home to be married?” “It is true that I am going home soon,” said she, “but I must decline to discuss my object in doing so.” “Pray pardon me; I'm a journalist, you know,” said Mr. Murmurtot, “and I earn my living by impertinence. Have I not seen you before, sir?” he continued, facing Rayel. “I think you were at the theatre one evening some time ago--sat in the lower box at the right of the stage--I remember it well, sir.” “I remember the occasion,” said my cousin, with his accustomed gravity. “I read about that occurrence at Mr. Paddington's dinner-party, sir,” continued Mr. Murmurtot. “It was decidedly clever in you, sir--deucedly clever! Everybody is talking about it, now that the Count has been arrested.” “Arrested!” I exclaimed; “has he been arrested?” “Yes, this morning, for the robbery, you know. They say that the police have secured evidence that will convict him sure, but it seems they are not yet ready to make it public; reporters can't get the Inspector to say a word about it, you know--not a word.”