“My friend,” she said, “I have been your pupil for two years. "My portrait!" echoed Jack. The young man was mollified by her sympathy, and flattered by the obvious attempts of several of the other guests to draw him into conversation. So I had to buy out his interest, and it pinched me dreadfully to do it. He wasn't satisfied with an assured income from the paper-mills your grandfather left us. ToC About an hour after the occurrences at Newgate, the door of the small backparlour already described at Dollis Hill was opened by Winifred, who, gliding noiselessly across the room, approached a couch, on which was extended a sleeping female, and, gazing anxiously at her pale careworn countenance, murmured,—"Heaven be praised! she still slumbers—slumbers peacefully.