taking her regular examination, and to the rapid approach of death. He therefore supposed himself safe from all evidence but such as might arise from Hatteraick's confession; to prevent which he resolved to push a bold face, and join his brethren of the bench during his examination. "I shall be able," he thought, "to make the rascal sensible his safety lies in keeping his own council and mine; and my presence, besides, will be a proof of confidence and innocence. If I must lose the estate I must—but I trust better things."

He entered with a profound salutation to Sir Robert Hazlewood. Sir Robert, who had rather begun to suspect that his plebeian neighbour had made a cat's paw of him, inclined his head stiffly, took snuff, and looked another way—"Mr. Corsand, your most humble servant."

"Your humble servant, Mr. Glossin," answered Mr. Corsand drily, composing his countenance regis ad exemplar, that is