"Very well, call to-morrow—the man will bring you to my rooms," said Leicester, turning away.
"I will," muttered Jacob, in a voice so changed, that Leicester's suspicions must have returned, had it reached his ear.
The next moment the fictitious driver came rushing down the Astor House steps. He dashed the silver impetuously upon the pavement, and plunged into the carriage.
"Drive up the Fifth avenue, till I tell you to stop and let me out," he shouted to the coachman; then sinking back in the seat and knitting his great hands hard together, he muttered through his teeth—"the villain!—oh the villain, how cool, how etarnally cool he was!"
CHAPTER VI. THE TEMPTER AND THE TEMPTED.
The serpent, coiled within the grass,
With open jaw and eager eyes,
Watches the careless wild bird pass,