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6 REYNOLDS’ WORKS answered Kate, weeping. ‘‘ Methought that the best course would be to visit poor Russell first of all, to ascertain pre- cisely how matters stood, —for I am even in ignorance whether the trial has vet taken place or not — ”’ “Ah, if so—”’ interrupted Christoval, but he suddenly stopped short, fearing to shock the afflicted young woman; for what he was about to say was that the execution of the sentence would speedily follow its pronounciation. “TI know what your lordship means,’”’ murmured Kate. ‘What would you advise me to do? Shall I proceed to Barcelona, or shall I pursue the road to Madrid? ”’ Don Diego Christoval reflected for a few minutes, and then he said, ‘‘ I have made up my mind what course I will pursue in the matter, and the line of conduct I shall counsel you to adopt. I will myself repair to Barcelona.”’ “You, my lord?” cried Kate, with enthusiastic grati- tude. ‘‘ Oh, this kindness! It can never be repaid.” ‘“ Cheerfully will I interest myself on your behalf,” re- sponded Christoval. ‘‘ Yes, I will proceed to Barcelona. The newly appointed captain-general of this principality is an acquaintance of mine, and I ena may faithfully promise that everything shall be suspen until after the result of the Marquis of Villebelle’s appeal in Captain Rus- sell’s favour to the supreme authorities at Madrid. For the marquis must make this appeal at your intercession.”’ “Oh, he will, he will,’’ exclaimed Kate, “ I know that he will! And now there is hope, there is hope!” and her countenance became radiant with joy. By this time the gorge was passed, the grove was threaded, and the road reached. The two equipages were waiting, and after a little more conversation, during which Count Chris- toval gave Kate instructions how to proceed when she reached Madrid, they were about to separate, when one of the brigands suddenly emerged from the wood with Miss Marshall’s trunk upon his shoulder. This, in the liveliness of her joy at being rescued from Ramon’s power, she had altogether forgotten. The banditti themselves had likewise forgotten it when she and Christoval had taken their leave, but scarcely had they departed from the spot when Collantes remembered that: the trunk was in his possession, and he lost no time in despatching one of his men in the direction of the road. It came just in time, and Miss Marshall, having CONNIE NO KS (E(0)