Sir William, “has already confessed all. This is the gentleman reported to be so dangerously wounded; he declares that it was Mr. Thornhill who first put him upon this affair, that he gave him the clothes he now wears to appear like a gentleman, and furnished him with the post-chaise. The plan was laid between them that he should carry off the young lady to a place of safety, and that there he should threaten and terrify her; but Mr. Thornhill was to come in in the meantime, as if by accident, to her rescue, and that they should fight awhile, and then he was to run off, by which Mr. Thornhill would have the better opportunity of gaining her affections himself under the character of her defender.”

Sir William remembered the coat to have been worn by his nephew, and all the rest the prisoner himself confirmed by a more circumstantial account; concluding, that Mr. Thornhill had often declared to him that he was in love with both sisters at the same time.

“Heavens!” cried Sir William, “what a viper have I been fostering in my bosom! And so fond of public justice too as he seemed to be. But he shall have it; secure him, Mr. Gaoler—yet hold, I fear there is not legal evidence to detain him.”

Upon this, Mr. Thornhill, with the utmost humility, intreated that two such abandoned wretches might not be admitted as evidences against him, but that his servants should be examined.—“Your servants!” replied Sir William, “wretch, call them yours no longer: but come, let us hear what those fellows have to say; lets his butler be called.”

When the butler was introduced, he soon perceived by his former master’s looks that all his power was now over. “Tell me,” cried Sir William sternly, “have you ever seen your master and that fellow drest up in his clothes in company together?” “Yes, please your honour,” cried the butler, “a thousand times: he was the man that always brought him his ladies.”—”How,” interrupted young Mr. Thornhill, “this to my face!” —“Yes,” replied the butler, “or to any man’s face. To tell you a truth, Master Thornhill, I never either loved or liked you, and I don’t care if I tell you now a piece of my mind.”—“Now then,” cried Jenkinson, “tell his honour whether you know anything of me. —“I can’t say,” replied the butler, “that I know much good of you. The night that gentleman’s daughter was deluded to our house, you were one of them.”— “So then,” cried Sir William, “I find you have brought a very fine witness to prove your innocence: thou stain to humanity! to associate with such wretches!” (But continuing his examination) “You tell me, Mr. Butler, that this was the person who brought him this old gentleman’s daughter.”—“No, please your honour,” replied the butler, “he did not bring her, for the ’Squire himself undertook that business; but he brought the priest that pretended to marry them.”—“It is but too true,” cried Jenkinson, “I cannot deny it, that was the employment assigned me, and I confess it to my confusion.”

“Good Heavens!” exclaimed the Baronet, “how every new discovery of his villainy alarms me. All his guilt is now too plain, and I find his prosecution was dictated by tyranny, cowardice, and revenge. At my request, Mr. Gaoler, set this young officer now your prisoner free, and trust to me for the consequences. I’ll make it my business to set the affair in a proper light to my friend the magistrate who has committed him. But where is the unfortunate young lady herself? let her appear to confront this wretch; I long to know by what arts he has seduced her. Intreat her to come in. Where is she?”

“Ah, sir,” said I, “that question stings me to the heart: I was once indeed happy in a daughter, but her miseries—” Another interruption here prevented me; for who should make her appearance but Miss Arabella Wilmot, who has next day to have been married to Mr. Thornhill. Nothing could equal her surprise at seeing Sir William and his nephew here before her; for her arrival was quite accidental. It happened that she and the old gentleman her father were passing through the town on their way to her aunt’s, who had insisted that her nuptials with Mr. Thornhill should be consummated at her house; but stopping for refreshment, they put up at an inn at the other end of the town. It was there from the window that the young lady happened to observe one of my little boys playing in the street, and instantly sending a footman to bring the child to her, she learnt from him some account of our misfortunes; but was still kept ignorant of young Mr. Thornhill’s being the cause. Though her father made several remonstrances