"No, you didn't! You mistook somebody else for him. Oh, my Lord! he is in the burning house! he is in the house!" "Oh, he is in the house! he is in the house!" echoed Henrietta, now roused from her panic, and wringing her hands in the most acute distress. "Oh! will nobody save him! will nobody save him!" It was too late! Commodore Waugh was in the burning mansion, in his bedchamber, near the top of the house, fast asleep! "Good heaven! will no one attempt to save him?" screamed Henrietta, running wildly from one to the other. They all gazed on each other, and then in consternation upon the burning building, every window of which was belching flame, while the sound of some falling rafter, or the explosion of some combustible substance, was continually heard! To venture into that blazing house, with its sinking roof and falling rafters, seemed certain death. "Oh! my God! my God! will none even try to save him?" cried Henrietta, wringing her hands in extreme anguish. Suddenly: "Pray for me, aunty!" exclaimed Jacquelina, and she darted like a bird toward the house, into the passage, and seemed lost in the smoke and flame! Wrapping her woolen shawl closely about her, and keeping near the floor, she glided swiftly up the stairs, flight after flight, and through the suffocating passages, until she reached her uncle's door. It was open, and his room was clearer of smoke than any other, from the wind blowing through the open window. There he lay in a deep sleep! She sprang to the bedside, seized and shook the arm of the sleeper. "Uncle! uncle! wake, for God's sake, wake! the house is on fire!" "Hum-m-m-e!" muttered the old man, giving a great heave and plunge, and turning over into a heavier sleep than before. "Uncle! uncle! You will be burned to death if you don't wake up!" cried Jacquelina, shaking him violently. "Humph! Yes, Jacquelina! um--um--um--Grim! um--um--Luckenough!" muttered the dreamer, flinging about his great arms. "Luckenough is in flames! Uncle! wake! wake!" she cried, shaking him frantically. "Ah! ha! yes! d--d little rascal is at her tricks again!" he said, laughing in his sleep. At that moment there was the sound of a falling rafter in the adjoining room. Every instant was worth a life, and there he lay in a sodden, hopeless sleep. Suddenly Sans Souci ran to the ewer; it was empty. There was no time to be lost! every second was invaluable! He must be instantly roused, and Jacquelina was not fastidious as to the means in doing so! Leaping upon the bolster behind his great, stupid head, she reached over, and, seizing the mass of his gray, grizzly beard, she pulled up the wrong way with all her might, until, roaring with pain, he started up in a fury, and, seeing her, exclaimed: