Such was the state and condition of affairs as the assizes were within ten days of opening. One evening about this time the old squire, who never remained long in the same mode of feeling, sent for his daughter to the dining-room, where he was engaged at his Burgundy. The poor girl feared that he was about to introduce the painful subject which she dreaded so much--that is to say, the necessity of giving her evidence against Reilly, After some conversation, however, she was relieved, for he did not allude to it; but he did to the fate of Reilly himself, the very subject which was wringing her heart with agony. “Helen,” said he, “I have been thinking of Reilly's affair, and it strikes me that he may be saved, and become your husband still; because, you know, that if Whitecraft was acquitted, now that he has been publicly disgraced, I'd see the devil picking his bones--and very hard picking he'd find them--before I'd give you to him as a wife.” “Thank you, my dear papa; but let me ask why it is that you are so active in stirring up his party to defend such a man?” “Foolish girl,” he replied; “it is not the man, but the cause and principle, we defend.” “What, papa, the cause! bloodshed and persecution! I believe you to be possessed of a humane heart, papa; but, notwithstanding his character and his crimes, I do not wish the unfortunate man to be struck into the grave without repentance.” “Repentance, Helen! How the deuce could a man feel repentance who does not believe the Christian religion?” “But then, sir, has he not the reputation of being a sound and leading Protestant?” “Oh, hang his reputation; it is not of him I wish to speak to you, but Reilly.” Helen's heart beat rapidly and thickly, but she spoke not. “Yes,” said he, “I have a project in my head that I think may save Reilly.” “Pray, what is it, may I ask, papa?” “No, you may not; but to-morrow I will give him an early call, and let you know how I succeed, after my return to dinner; yes, I will tell you after dinner. But listen, Helen, it is the opinion of the baronet's friends that they will be able to save him.” “I hope they may, sir; I should not wish to see any fellow-creature brought to an ignominious death in the midst of his offences, and in the prime of life.” “But, on the contrary, if he swings, we are bound to sacrifice one of the Papist party for him, and Reilly is the man. Now don't look so pale, Helen--don't look as if death was settled in your face; his fate may be avoided; but ask me nothing--the project's my own, and I will communicate it to no one until after I shall have ascertained whether I fail in it or not.” “I trust, sir, it will be nothing that will involve him in anything dishonorable; but why do I ask? He is incapable of that.” “Well, well, leave the matter in my hand; and now, upon the strength of my project, I'll take another bumper of Burgundy, and drink to its success.”