Disregarding all forms, she was about to go up to the bench to pour forth her thanksgivings to her old friend Judge Ruthven, when her husband laid his hand upon her shoulder and stopped her, whispering:
"Remember, dearest, that we are in court, and govern yourself. We shall see the Judge at the hotel."
So Sybil merely courtesied to the bench, and gave her hand to her husband, who pressed it warmly, and then passed it over to Mr. Sheridan, who led her from the court-room.
Lyon Berners, supported by Captain Pendleton, and Beatrix on the arm of old Mr. Fortescue followed.
And thus they all returned to the judge's room in the hotel.
"Lyon, dearest! there is my little friend and deliverer. Come here, Raphael, and get acquainted with my husband," said Sybil, as her eyes fell upon her young escort.
The boy came at her call, and she presented him to Mr. Berners, who received him with some surprise, but much condescension.
"I will tell you all about Raphael when we get back to Black Hall. In the mean time, you must take him upon trust, for he is to go home with us," said Sybil.
And before another word could be spoken, the door was thrown open, and Judge Ruthven entered.
All arose and stood up, as the venerable old man went around and shook hands with each one.