ABSTRACT
As evening advanced, I stole down stairs, to the drawing-room, where I found Lady Aubrey in the most violent perturbation. A note from Mr. M‘Arthur was shortly after delivered to her, informing her that the rencontre had taken place, and that Mr. Hanbury was dangerously wounded. The intelligence almost annihilated me: I intreated that some one might conduct me to him. ‘He requests to see Mr. Ainsforth,’ said the messenger. Lady Aubrey consented to my departure, and I hastened to my tutor with all possible expedition.
