"Then up with me!"—But Juan answered, "Look

Upon this child—I saved her—must not leave

Her life to chance; but point me out some nook

Of safety, where she less may shrink and grieve,

And I am with you."—Whereon Johnson took

A glance around—and shrugged—and twitched his sleeve

And black silk neckcloth—and replied, "You're right;

Poor thing! what's to be done? I'm puzzled quite."