for the first time, if we except the melancholy and memorable

when. Here, give hold. All ri--ight!'

The horn sounded a few cheerful notes, and the coach was gone.

Sikes remained standing in the street, apparently unmoved by what

he had just heard, and agitated by no stronger feeling than a

doubt where to go. At length he went back again, and took the

road which leads from Hatfield to St. Albans.

He went on doggedly; but as he left the town behind him, and

plunged into the solitude and darkness of the road, he felt a