ABSTRACT
UNCONSCIOUS of the good that awaited him, and dreading the evil that might be irreparable, Willoughby landed at Brighthelmstone from Dieppe. Though it was eleven o’clock when he got on shore, he ordered post-horses to be instantly ready; and used the moment he waited for them to take a slight refreshment. On the table of the room he was in, a newspaper lay – it was long since he had seen an English newspaper – and he took it up, where the first article that struck him was an account of the funeral of Lord Castlenorth, after his having lain in state at his house in town.
