dog? Heard ever man the like? Now you understand the lowering and gloomy faces. These people whispered to each other in the Gallery of the Court House: they murmured to each other outside on the pavement: when we climbed into a hackney coach--Jenny--her mother and sister--the young fellow called Jack and myself--they followed us--in pairs;--by fours, talking low and cursing below their breath. After a while they desisted: but one or two of them still kept up with the coach. I sent Alice home under charge of Tom. I would get home, I said, as quickly as I could, after seeing Jenny safely at her own house. We arrived at the house in Soho Square. It was empty save for some women-servants, for there was no entertainment that evening. We went into the small room on the left and lit the candles. It was then about seven o'clock in the evening and quite dark, as the time of year was November. Jenny was restless and excited. She went to the window and looked out. 'The Square is quiet,' she said. 'How long will it remain quiet?' The servants brought in some supper. Jenny took a little glass of wine. She then went away and returned in a plain dress with a cloak and hood. 'I must be ready,' she said, 'to set off on my travels--whither? Mother'--she turned to the old lady--'you are a witch. Look into the fire and tell me what you see.' The old woman filled and drained a glass of Madeira and turned her chair round. She gazed intently into the red coals. 'I see,' she said, 'a crowd of people. I see a Court. I see the condemned cell....' She turned away. 'No, Jenny, I will look no more. 'Twas thus I looked in the fire before thy father was taken. Thus and thus did I see. I will look no longer.' 'Well,' said Doll, 'what will they do next? They know now where you live, Madame Vallance.' The old woman sat down and sighed heavily. 'The Black Jack!' she murmured. 'We shall never see it again.' Jenny was quiet and grave. 'We have beaten them,' she said. 'They never suspected that so complete a beating was in store for them. Now comes our turn--my turn rather.' 'Your turn, Jenny?' 'Yes, Will, my turn. Do you suppose they will forgive us? Why, we have given evidence against our own people. All St. Giles's trusted my mother and sister--Could one suspect the Black Jack? Why, because I was a daughter of the house, all St. Giles's trusted me--and we have betrayed them! There will be revenge and that quickly.' Doll nodded expressively. Her mother groaned. 'What kind of revenge?' Doll nodded her head again and drew a long breath. Her mother groaned again.