heap above the entrance, and, if not disturbed, to work till nearly daylight, so I sat on the top of the circular stair step with my rapier across my knees, waiting so long that I began to fear they all might be smothered, for I did n't know whether the stopping of air at one end would prevent it coming in at the other, for I never heard my father say what took place in a case like that. Father Donovan was in bed and asleep, and I was afraid to leave the guarding of the stair to any one else. It seemed that hours and hours passed, and I began to wonder was daylight never going to come, when the most welcome sound I ever heard was the well-known tones of a voice which came up from the bottom of the well.
"Are you there, Mr. O'Ruddy?"
There was a subdued and chastened cadence in the inquiry that pleased me,
"I am, and waiting for you."
"May I come up?"
"Yes, and very welcome; but you 'll remember. Lord Strepp, that you come up as a prisoner."
"I quite understand that, Mr. O'Ruddy."
So, as I held the candle, I saw the top of his head coming round and round and round, and finally he stood before me stretching out his sword, hilt forward.
"Stick it in its scabbard," said I, "and I 'll do the same with mine." Then I put out my hand, "Good morning to your lordship," I said. "It seems to me I 've been waiting here forty days and forty nights. Will you have a sup of wine?"
"I would be very much obliged to you for it, Mr. O'Ruddy."
