“Oh! Wilmot, thou art thy poor heart-broken mistress's only friend, after all,” sobbed Mrs. Blennerhagen; “she is the victim of circumstances and her own refined feelings.” “Peterson,” said Blennerhagen, “I am under the unpleasant necessity of requesting you to remember all that you have just witnessed. You will agree with me, I think, that I ought to make this man quit my house before I leave it myself.” “Unquestionably,” replied Peterson. “I shall do no such thing,” said Burdock; “conscious of my innocence, I defy you;--I laugh at you: and, before I quit this roof, I will make you wish you had sooner crossed the path of a hungry wolf than mine. I dare you to give me half an hour's interview.” “Ought I to do so, Peterson?” calmly inquired Blennerhagen. “Not without a witness, I think,” was the reply. “With a score of witnesses, if you will,” said Burdock:--“events have precipitated my proceedings:--with a score of witnesses, if you will. But mark me, man, you shall lament, if we are in solitude, that there will be still one awful witness of your villany. I will unmask your soul; I will shew you to yourself, and make you grind your teeth with agony, unless you are, indeed, a demon in human form.” “Heavens! Mr. Burdock,” exclaimed Mrs. Blennerhagen, “what can you have to say against my husband?” “It matters not, madam; he shall hear me in this place, or elsewhere hereafter.” “I scorn your threats, sir,” said Blennerhagen; “and publicly or privately, I will meet any accusation you may have to make against me.” “Privately be it, then, if you dare.” “Dare, sir! Leave the room every body:--nay, I insist;--Peterson and all. Now, sir,” said Blennerhagen, closing the door after his wife, Wilmot, and Peterson, who, in obedience to his command, had left the room; “now, sir, we are alone, what have you to say?” “Blennerhagen,” said the attorney, fixing his keen eye on that of the Mathematician, “George Wyburn has been arrested.” “It is an event that has been long looked for. I am rather hurt that, in communicating with his friends on the subject, he should have given you a priority over myself. I lament to say that he has fallen into bad hands.” “He has,” replied Burdock; “but I will endeavour to release him” “I thank you on behalf of my friend,” said Blennerhagen, with a malicious smile; “but I would suggest, with great humility, that you will find sufficient employment, at present, to extricate yourself.” “Sir,” said Burdock, “I wanted but the key-note to your character: every word you utter is in unison with your actions.”