This done, she carried the letter quickly to the waiting messenger, saying, with a proud toss of the head: “There’s a letter for your master, and much good may it do him! There’s some folks whose principles he can’t buy with his yellow gold!” She was turning to retrace her steps when she saw Mr. Weston coming up to the door with a pale, excited face. “Ah, good morning!” he exclaimed courteously. “I hope the invalid--Mrs. Bonair--can see me this evening for a few minutes. I have just heard the shocking news about her husband, and came to see her to offer my services to do anything she wishes, providing, of course, she has no nearer friends she would prefer to act for her in the case.” “Bless you, sir, I don’t think she knows anybody in San Francisco but us two, and poor Sam is so upset with his discharge off the place, and moving orders at the same time, that I don’t believe he hardly knows where he’s at, sir; and it seems like Heaven must have sent you to my poor lady’s relief!” cried Mrs. Cline, ushering him straight into Berry’s presence without thinking it necessary to ask permission. Berry was sobbing, bitterly, with her face in her hands, and she looked up with a start that made him say deprecatingly: “Forgive this intrusion, but I came to see if I couldn’t help you. I know the outrage your husband has suffered, and he will need a friend to look after his interests. Do you wish me to act as your friend in this matter?” “Ah, this is very noble in you, Mr. Weston. A friend in need is a friend indeed. I accept your offer in the same spirit it is offered, and am most grateful,” faltered Berry, giving him her hand which he pressed, cordially, then released, saying: “Now I am very glad, indeed, that I came. Of course, this absurd charge cannot be proved against your husband, and the whole affair is spite work, still he may be imprisoned for days and kept in suspense when prompt action might procure speedy trial of his case and consequent freedom. Having your leave to represent you in this case, I shall engage a lawyer, who, with a writ of habeas corpus, can secure Mr. Bonair’s immediate release and trial on the groundless charge.” “Oh, thank Heaven--and you!” cried the bride fervently. “Oh, then perhaps he need not, poor boy, spend the terrible night in prison!” “That I cannot promise you certainly, but I will make all possible haste to restore him to you quickly. In order to do this I must be going. Farewell, and keep up a brave heart. This is only a temporary affliction; it will soon be over,” he added cheerfully, bowing himself out, leaving Berry with a lighter heart, though her tears flowed fast.