successful."

"Yes, I will go," said Anthony. "Either he or I must yield. My mind is
made up upon the subject. Godfrey, good night."

"He is ours, Mathews," whispered Godfrey, as they left the house. "The
old man's days are numbered. Remember this hour to-morrow night!"

Glad to find himself once more alone, Anthony continued to pace the
room, revolving over in his mind his interview with his father. He felt
convinced that the old man had repented of the cruel trick he had played
him; that but for the entrance of Grenard Pike, he would have recalled
the paper and given him the sum he desired. At all events, he was
determined to see him at the hour the miser had named, and tell him,
without disguise, his thoughts upon the subject.

In the midst of all this tumult of passion, the image of Juliet glided
into his mind, and seemed to whisper peace to his perturbed spirit. "Oh,
that I had a friend to advise me in this gloomy hour, into whose
faithful bosom I could pour out my whole soul! Shall I tell Clary? Shall
I confide to the dear child my guilt and folly?" He rang the bell. Old
Ruth, half asleep, made her appearance.

"How is your mistress, Ruth?"

"Better the night, sir."

"Will you tell her that I wish very much to see her."

"You won't disturb the poor lamb, sure. Why, Mr. Anthony, she has been