WITH A WINE-GLASS. 57

“How white you've turned, Mary, my
child — keep a good heart, darling.’’,
ig ‘You may spake out, Pegay” she an-
sivetdds ‘1 know who you saw Mere besides
the child. The policeman was too sudden
with him; I could have got rid of him without
his meddling ; they’re always interfering with
what they’ve no call to.”

“hah! thah! my child. If that was all,
you'd have been there yourself to give evi-
dence; but you could not do it. I guessed
who the young woman was; and it’s not
id away in the crowd she’d have been,
if she ‘could have saved him. I heard the
whole story, and as he turned round and saw
meg you'd ha’ thought he’d have fainted.”

Mary started from her seat, her cheeks
flushed, her eyes on fire.

‘¢ Didn’t you spake one word for him,
Pegsy ? was there no one to spake a word

for him ? ”’