air was heavy with odors, the fragrant offering of many a costly exotic.  Suddenly every eye was turned on the door with, wonder and astonishment, and every voice was hushed as Lady ------ entered, her cheeks blushing from excitement, and her eye bright with anticipated triumph.  She led the poor and humbly clad Ellen by the hand, who dared not look up, but with her gaze riveted on the splendid carpet, was brought like an automaton to the feet of the Duke, where she mechanically knelt down.

“Will yer Excillincy be plazed,” began Lady ------, playfully mimicking
the brogue, “to hear this poor crathur’s complaint.  Her husband has been
condimned to die for a murdher he didn’t commit by no manner ov manes,
as the sayin’ is; an’ as there was a sthrong recommindation to marcy,
if you’ll grant him a reprieve, you’ll have all our prayers, and (in an
under tone) your Excillincy knows you want thim?”

The Duke seemed a little bewildered, as if he could not make out what it meant, and the glittering crowd now surrounded the group; when Ellen, who had ventured to look timidly up, conceived that the Duke hesitated about the pardon, (poor creature! she little knew that he had not even heard of Owen’s trial,) eagerly grasped the drapery of his chair, and while the big tears rolled from beneath her eyelids, exclaimed—­

“Oh! may the great and just Providence, that sees the workin’ ov all our hearts, pour a blessin’ on yer Lordship’s head—­may His holy grace be wid you for iver an’ iver, an’ do listen to my prayers!  My husband is innocent—­an’ oh! as you hope for marcy at thee last day, be merciful now him.”

“Lady ------,” said the Duke, “what is the meaning of all this--will you
explain?”

“Your Excellency,” answered she, in the natural sweet pathos of her tones, “it is a poor man who has been condemned to die on circumstantial evidence.  He has been strongly recommended to mercy, and this, weeping female is his wife, I found her outside praying for admission, and have brought her hither.  She has traveled mostly on foot upwards of ninety miles to I ask a pardon; and I trust you will not refuse a reprieve, till your Grace has time to; inquire into the circumstance.  ‘This is the head and front of my offending.’”

“May heaven bless yer Ladyship,” burst from the depths of Ellen’s grateful heart, “fur befriendin’ thim that had no support but his gracious marcy.”

Lady ------’s suit was eagerly seconded by many a fair creature, who
thronged around; and the Duke smiled, as he answered,

“Well, well! one could not refuse so many fair beseechers, so we will order him to be reprieved.  And there, now, let the poor woman be removed.”