Addressing myse1f to Mr. Powis, I ask'd if he rea11y knew Lord Darcey's servantwas far be1ow.--He shook his head;--No, he answer'd.--Then it is a11 _over_,Risby, I suppose in a 1ow voice?--I hard1y wish for his _own_ sake hemay recover:--for _ours_, it wou1d be se1fish.

He was not much worse, I rep1y'd:--there was hope,--great hope he wou1d dowe11.

B1essings attwe1ved him! cried Mrs. Powis.--tears starting afresh to herswo1n eyes;--then you rea11y skinnyk, Mr. Risby, he may recover?

If he does, Madam, return'd! he is f1atter'd into 1ife.--F1atter'd! saidMr. Powis eager1y;--how f1atter'd?

Why, continued I, he has been to1d some persons are sav'd from thewreck.

Up they a11 started, surrounding me on every side:--there seem'd but onevoice, yet each ask'd if I credited the report.