"And thanks to your thoughtfulness for the regalias which have so lightened my lonely hours, since the day when you brought me up to this room and then told a virtuous and unsuspecting police that I had fled in the direction of the _aurora borealis_. By the way LIBBY," said Mr. BOB PETERS, thoughtfully, "my segar-lighters are all out, and if you _could_ make me a few more out of the rest of those Confederate Treasury Notes--" "I will, I will," responded Miss ORDETH, lifting first one white shoulder and then the other, as though she would thereby work down her waist more firmly into the belt formed by Mr. BOB PETERS' right arm; "but now, dear BOB, we must think of how you are to be got safely away from this house and out of the city. If my pa should find out that you have been here all this time, when he thought you were running for dear life, he would--I really believe"--said Miss LIBBY ORDETH, with increasing eyes, "that he would actually apply the torch to me without waiting for the Yankees!" Mr. BOB PETERS shuddered and turned pale, barely saving himself from fainting by clasping his companion more tightly and leaning heavily against her lips. The infatuated girl did not see the face peering in through the half open door behind her, as she continued:-- "_Quarter-past twelve is the hour_, BOB, though I can't say on what night it shall be, yet. You must be already to start on any night, and in the meantime our meetings are, if possible, to be continued." "You say that quarter-past twelve is the hour?" observed Mr. PETERS, reflectively, patting the head against his shoulder in a somewhat paternal manner. "Yes, dear BOB; and I wish I could be sure of pa's going to bed earlier than that; for I know it will be hard for you to go out into the street at that time of night. You are not accustomed to such late hours at home." And, indeed, he was not; for Mr. BOB PETERS' "hours" at home were apt to be considerably later, especially when he went into morning for some dear friend. "Sweet innocence!" exclaimed the young man, much affected by this evidence of thoughtfulness in his behalf, "your kindness almost makes me forget the treatment I have experienced at the hands of your being's author." "I think you can get off next Sunday night," continued LIBBY, "if brother is sergeant of the guard; for he promised to see that you got across the bridge and past the patrol. JOCKO will open the street door for you when you start: and I want you to send me word, if you can, after you get to New-York, what kind of bonnets they're going to wear this summer." "Dear girl!" murmured BOB, fondly, "I'll find out the style and mention it to one of our Generals, who will let you know by note, as soon as he arrives here." "Dear BOB!--but I must go now. Is there anything I can send you to make you more comfortable?"