The count reassured her in respect to the safety of the house, consigned Isabella to her care, and then returned to the pantry, where his presence was awaited in silence. "Have you any thing more to say?" demanded the count of the Resurrection Man. "Nothing. Have not I said enough?"--and he glanced with fiendish triumph towards Markham. "Now, sir," said the count, turning to Richard; "is the statement of this man easy to be refuted?" "Alas! I am compelled to admit that, the victim of the most extraordinary circumstantial evidence ever known to fix guilt upon an innocent man, I was a prisoner in Newgate and the Compter; but----" "Say no more! say no more! God forgive me, that I should have allowed such a man to become the friend of my wife and daughter!" The count uttered these words in a tone of intense agony. "Count Alteroni, allow me one word of explanation," said Richard. "Only cast your eyes over this paper, and you will be convinced of my innocence!" Markham handed the document signed by Talbot, _alias_ Pocock, to the count; but the nobleman tossed it indignantly on the floor. "You have confessed that you have been an inmate of the felons' gaols: what explanation can you give that will wipe away so foul a stain? Depart--begone! defile not my house longer with your presence!" Vainly did Markham endeavour to obtain a hearing. The count silenced him with an air of command and an imposing dignity of manner that struck him with awe. Never did the Italian nobleman appear more really noble than when he was thus performing that which he considered to be an imperious duty. His fine form was drawn up to its full height--his chest expanded--his cheeks were flushed--and his eyes flashed fire. Yes--even beneath his dark complexion was the rich Italian blood seen mantling his countenance. "Go, sir--hasten your departure--stay not another minute here! A man accused of forgery--condemned to an infamous punishment,--a liberated felon--a freed convict in my family dwelling---- Holy God! I can scarcely restrain myself within the bounds of common patience when I think of the indignity that myself, my wife, and my innocent daughter have endured." With these words the colonel pushed Markham rudely from the pantry, and ordered a servant to conduct him to the front door. The blood of the young man boiled in his veins at this ignominious treatment;--and yet he dared not rebel against it! The Resurrection Man took his departure at the same time by the garden at the back of the house. As Markham turned down the shrubbery, a window on the third floor of the count's dwelling was thrown open; and the voices of Sir Cherry Bounce and the Honourable Captain Dapper were heard loading him with abuse.