He pressed her hand with grateful fervour--and a tear dropped upon it: but he could not utter a word. His heart was too full to allow him to express his thanks--his admiration of the noble conduct of that woman whom, in a moment of delirium, as it were, he had outraged and ruined! Ah! bitter--bitter were thy reminiscences as thus thou didst stand before thy generous benefactress, Tom Rain! Mr. de Medina--perceiving that his son-in-law was overcome by emotions which were not altogether intelligible to him--offered his arm to escort Lady Hatfield to her carriage; and Georgiana drove home with a heart rejoicing at the good she had done--for Lord Ellingham’s sake! The Jew returned to the apartment where he had left Esther and Rainford; and there they all three mingled their grief together, for the loss of the lovely and much-loved Tamar. But over this scene we shall draw a veil: sorrow such as they experienced cannot be adequately described. Neither shall we do more than allude to the violence of the grief and the poignancy of the anguish which were felt when they repaired to the chamber to which the remains of the murdered Tamar had been conveyed. The reader does not require to be informed that this was a ceremony of the most painful description. While, therefore, Mr. de Medina, Esther, and Rainford, are mingling their tears and lamentations,--while, too, the Earl of Ellingham is absent on his mission to the Home Secretary, armed with the document which bore the autograph and seal of George the Fourth,--we shall request our reader to accompany us to the apartment where Old Death remains in the custody of Bingham and the subordinate officials. CHAPTER CXVI. OLD DEATH. When Dykes made his appearance in the room just alluded to, he found Benjamin Bones rocking himself to and fro on the chair in which he was seated, while Bingham and the runners were partaking of refreshments at the table. The old miscreant was horribly pale; end there was a wild glaring of the eyes which enhanced the ghastly expression of his countenance. The man was in fact hideous to behold. Now that he had leisure for reflection, and that the excitement attending the perpetration of his bloody vengeance had passed away, he had become fearfully alive to the awful predicament in which be stood; nevertheless his entire aspect denoted dogged obduracy; and could he have recalled the past, it is more than probable that he would have played precisely the same part over again. “Well, Mr. Dykes,” said Bingham, as the worthy thus addressed entered the room, “will you jine us here in a bit of grub? You see, we’re pitching into the cold jint like bricks; and the beer is fust-rate.” “So is the pickles,” growled one of the runners, who was naturally of a surly disposition, and could not help speaking in a grunting tone even when best pleased. “Come, sit down with us,” urged Mr. Bingham. “But, I say though, what have you done with Tom Rain?”