ratory to making some reply, when he was suddenly pulled back by a young gentleman who occupied the other corner of the chaise, and who eagerly demanded what was the news.
"In a word," cried the gentleman, "better or worse;"
"Better—much better," replied Oliver hastily.
"Thank Heaven!" exclaimed the gentleman. "You are sure?"
"Quite, sir," replied Oliver; "the change took place only a few hours ago, and Mr. Losberne says that all danger is at an end."
The gentleman said not another word, but, opening the chaise-door, leaped out, and, taking Oliver hurriedly by the arm, led him aside.
"This is quite certain?—there is no possibility of any mistake on your part, my boy, is there;" demanded the gentleman in a tremulous voice. "Pray do not deceive me by awakening any hopes that are not to be fulfilled."
"I would not for the world, sir," replied Oliver. "Indeed you may believe me. Mr.
