Chapter 16 DETECTED.

His passion is not, he declares, the mere fever

Of a rapturous moment. It knows no control;

It will burn in his breast thro' existence for ever,

Immutably fixed in the deeps of the soul.

The Wanderer.

"Why did you shoot on so quick, Major?" said Vavasour, in an injured tone, after the dumb scene before referred to. "We might as well