and they'd a gig at the door; and they spoke uncommon pleasant, leastwise one o' them did."
"And where is Jamie? Has he not come home?"
"No, miss."
At that moment Mr. Menaida came in.
"What is it, Judith? Jamie? Where Jamie is?—why, having a ride, seated between the two Scantlebrays, in their gig. That is where he is."
"Oh, Mr. Menaida, but they have taken his clothes!"
"Whose clothes?"
"Jamie's."
"I do not understand."
"The two gentlemen came to this house when you and I were out, and told Jump that they were empowered by my aunt to pack up and carry off all Jamie's clothing, which they put into a portmanteau they had brought with them."
"And then picked up Jamie. He was sitting on the portmanteau," said Uncle Zachie; then his face became grave. "They said that they acted under authority from Mrs. Trevisa?"
"So Jump says."
"It can surely not be that he has been moved to the asylum."
"Asylum, Mr. Menaida?"
"The idiot asylum."
Judith uttered a cry, and staggered back against the wall.
"Jamie! my brother Jamie!"
"Mr. Obadiah Scantlebray has such a place at Wadebridge."
"But Jamie is not an idiot."
"Your aunt authorized them—" mused Uncle Zachie. "Humph! you should see her about it. That is the first step, and ascertain whether she has done it, or whether they are acting with a high hand for themselves. I’ll look at my law-books—if the latter it would be actionable."
Judith did not hesitate for a moment. She hastened to Pentyre. That her aunt had left Othello Cottage she was pretty sure, as she was preparing to leave it when Judith returned with the tobacco. Accordingly she took the road to Pentyre at once. Tears of shame and pain welled up in her eyes at the thought of her darling
