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So saying, Major Percival ran up the steps, followed by the two young men. The long hall was flanked by doors on either side; and opening one of these, he ushered the twain into the family sitting-room. Here they found Edith clasped in the arms of a handsome, middle-aged lady; while a young girl stood by her side, alternately laughing and crying.

"My wife, and daughter Ellen, Mr. Stanley. I suppose," he added, smilingly, to his wife, "Edith has told you all about the achievements of this promising young gentleman. There, there—don't overwhelm him with thanks. I see by his countenance he doesn't like it! Come, Nell—why don't you thank your sister's deliverer?"

"Mamma won't give me a chance," replied Nell—a lively, dark-eyed girl, with pretty, restless features. "She has monopolized Mr. Stanley all to herself."

"Well, there, I'll resign him to you, sauce-box," said Mrs. Percival, smiling, "though I imagine Mr. Stanley will soon tire of your everlasting chattering."

"Here is some one else you have not seen yet, Nell," said her sister, glancing at Gus, who now advanced.