uch more conversation ensued in connection with matters in which our
lovers felt more or less interest. At length the gentlemen rose to
go away, when Gillespie thrust a face of horror into the door, and
exclaimed, bolting, as he spoke, behind the Dean, "O, gentlemen, for
God's sake, save me! I'll confess and acknowledge everything."

"What's the matter, Sir?" asked the Dean.

"The dead man, sir; he's sitting up in the bed; and I know what he's
come back for. You're a parson, sir, and, for heaven's sake, stand
between him and me."

On proceeding to the room where the baronet's son had been laid out,
they found him sitting, certainly, on the bedside, wondering at the
habiliments of death which were about him. That which all had supposed
to have been death, was only a fit of catalepsy, brought on him by the
appearance of his father, who had, on more than one occasion, left a
terrible impress of himself upon his mind, and who, he had been informed
some years before, was the cause of all his sufferings. Even at the
sight of Lucy herself, he had been deeply agitated, although he could
not tell why. He was immediately attended to, a physician sent for,
and poor Lucy felt an elevation of heart and spirits which she had not
experienced for many a long day.

"Oh, do not go," she said to her lover and the Dean, "until I
communicate to papa this twofold intelligence of delight; your strange
good fortune, and the resurrection, I may term it, of my brother. The
very object--the great engrossing object of papa's life and ambition
gained in so wonderful a way! Do, pray, gentlemen, remain for a few
minutes until I see him. O, what delight, what ecstasy will it not give
him!"

She accordingly went up stairs, slowly it is true, for she was weak;
and nothing further was heard except one wild and fearful scream, whose
sharp tones penetrated through the whole house.

"Ha!" exclaimed Lord Dunroe, "here is evil. Goodness me!--it is Miss
Gourlay's voice; I know it. Let us go up; I fear something is wrong with
her father."

They accordingly sought the baronet's apartment, attended by the
servants, whom Lucy's wild scream had alarmed, and brought also toward
the same direction. On entering the room, the body of Lucy was found
lying beside, or rather across that of her father, whom, on removing
her, they found to be dead. Beside him lay a little phial, on which
there was no label, but the small portion of liquid that was found in
it was c