Mrs. Crane made no immediate rejoinder, but fixed on her lawless visitor a gaze in which there was no womanly fear (though Losely's aspect and gesture might have sent a thrill through the nerves of many a hardy man), but which was not without womanly compassion, her countenance gradually softening more and more, as if under the influence of recollections mournful but not hostile. At length she said in a low voice, "Poor Jasper! Is all the vain ambition that made you so false shrunk into a ferocity that finds you so powerless? Would your existence, after all, have been harder, poorer, meaner, if your faith had been kept to me?" Evidently disliking that turn in the conversation, but checking a reply which might have been rude had no visions of five pounds, ten pounds, loomed in the distance, Mr. Losely said, "Pshaw! Bella, pshaw! I was a fool, I dare say, and a sad dog, a very sad dog; but I had always the greatest regard for you, and always shall! Hillo, what's that? A knock at the door! Oh, by the by, a queer-looking man, in a white hat, called at the same time I did, to see you on private business, gave way to me, said he should come again; may I ask who he is?" "I cannot guess; no one ever calls here on business except the tax- gatherer." The old woman-servant now entered. "A gentleman, ma'am; says his name is Rugge." "Rugge,--Rugge; let me think." "I am here, Mrs. Crane," said the manager, striding in. "You don't, perhaps, call me to mind by name; but--oho! not gone, sir! Do I intrude prematurely?" "No, I have done; good-day, my dear Mrs. Crane." "Stay, Jasper. I remember you now, Mr. Rugge; take a chair." She whispered a few words into Losely's ear, then turned to the manager, and said aloud, "I saw you at Mr. Waife's lodging, at the time he had that bad accident." "And I had the honour to accompany you home, ma'am, and--but shall I speak out before this gentleman?" "Certainly; you see he is listening to you with attention. This gentleman and I have no secrets from each other. What has become of that person? This gentleman wishes to know." LOSELY.--"Yes, sir, I wish to know-particularly." RUGGE.--"So do I; that is partly what I came about. You are aware, I think, ma'am, that I engaged him and Juliet Araminta, that is, Sophy." LOSELY.--"Sophy? engaged them, sir,--how?" RUGGE.--"Theatrical line, sir,--Rugge's Exhibition; he was a great actor once, that fellow Waife." LOSELY.--"Oh, actor! well, sir, go on."