"Ha, ha, ha!" cried Tomlinson, laughing, "One can scarcely blame the good lady for that. Love rarely brooks such permanent ties. But have you no other lady in your eye?"
"Not for matrimony:—all roads but those to the church!"
While this dissolute pair were thus conversing, Clifford, leaning against the wainscot, listened to them with a sick and bitter feeling of degradation, which, till of late days, had been a stranger to his breast. He was at length aroused from his silence by Ned, who bending forward, and placing his hand upon Clifford's knee, said abruptly,
"In short, Captain, you must lead us once more to glory. We have still our horses, and I keep my mask in my pocket-book, together with my comb. Let us take the road to-morrow night, dash across the country towards Salisbury, and after a short visit in that neighbourhood to a band of old friends of mine—bold fellows, who would have stopped, the devil himself, when he was at
