"Why, he knew what time my lady was returning," thought John to himself; "he asked me. A false sort of a chap that, I've a notion." "I came out for a midnight stroll, and have tired myself," he proceeded. "Will you take compassion on me, and give me a seat home?" She acquiesced. She could not do otherwise. The footman sprang from behind the door, and Francis Levison took his place beside Lady Isabel. "Take the high road," he put out his head to say to the coachman; and the man touched hi...