“Ten o'clock. Court-house, Navan. Jury just come out—cannot agree to verdict—discharged. New trial. I write post.
“Sedley.”
“Thank heaven, there is at least a respite,” said Bramleigh; and he fell on the other's shoulder, and hid his face.
“Bear up, my poor fellow. You see that, at all events, nothing has happened up to this. Here are the girls coming. Let them not see you in such emotion.”
“Come away, then; come away. I can't meet them now; or do you go and tell Nelly what this news is—she has seen the messenger, I 'm sure.”
L'Estrange met Nelly and Julia in the walk, while Augustus hastened away in another direction. “There has been no verdict. Sedley sends his message from the court-house this morning, and says the jury cannot agree, and there will be another trial.”
“Is that bad or good news?” asked Nelly, eagerly.
“I'd say good,” replied he; “at least, when I compare it with your brother's desponding tone this morning. I never saw him so low.”