“And—and sir—you have really seen him?” stammered Albert.
“I have—he came here, and upon the spurious story he told I relieved his necessities; but the next time he came, I refused him, when I understand he cursed me as he went through my hall, and uttered threats against me.”
“The villain!”
“Yes, young sir, that is the reward generally of benevolence.”
“Oh, this is most providential,” said Albert, tears of joy bursting from his eyes—“it is surely Heaven’s own work.”
“’Tis rather singular,” remarked Learmont, coldly.
“You have then his address, sir—oh! Give it me, and let me fly to rescue—”
“Stop—I have not his address.”
Albert’s countenance fell.
“He left no address here. He would allow no inquiry into his circumstances, which was the reason I refused to continue my bounty towards him.”