had, contrary to express orders, suffered his prisoner to pass the night without being properly secured.
"You had better be prudent," he continued, in a tone which he meant to be conciliatory, "and don't spoil your own sport. They say here in the castle that Lady Margaret's niece is immediately to marry our young Captain, Lord Evandale. I saw them close together in the hall yonder, and I heard her ask him to intercede for your pardon. She looked so devilish handsome and kind upon him that on my soul—but what the devil's the matter with you?—You are as pale as a sheet—Will you have some brandy?"
"Miss Bellenden ask my life of Lord Evandale?" said the prisoner, faintly.
"Ay, ay; there's no friend like the women—their interest carries all in court and camp—Come, you are reasonable now—Ay, I thought you would come round."
Here he employed himself in putting on
