The door was Opened for him by Ruby, who by no means greeted him with a happy countenance. It was the second morning after the night of her imprisonment and nothing had occurred to alleviate her woe. At this very moment her lover Should have been in Liverpool, but he was, in fact, abed in Welbeck Street. Yes, Sir She’s at home, said Ruby, with a baby in her arms and a little child hanging on to her dress. Don’t pull so, Sally. Please, sir, is Sir Felix still in London? Ruby had written to Sir Felix the very night of her imprisonment, but had not as yet received any reply. Paul, whose mind was altogether intent on his own troubles, declared that at present he knew nothing about Sir Felix, and was then shown into Mrs. Hurtle’s room.