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The chaplain having finished his interview with Joe, was retiring to his own apartment. He had not opened his door, when a loud shriek saluted his ear—then another—and another. A thousand ideas rushed upon his mind. He knew Julia by report, and he knew his young Lord by experience. There was no doubt of the business below. He hastened down the stairs, and listened a moment at the keyhole. He could only perceive that some persons were engaged in a violent struggle, and that the chairs were knocked against each other. He tried to enter, but the door was locked. Placing his shoulder against it, therefore, he forced it forward with gentleness and with ease. He entered; and lo!—Innocence was once more in distress!