ting. 83

CHAPTER XV.
Feudal Castle. 95

CHAPTER XVI.
Examination. 109

CHAPTER XVII.
Unexpected Visit. 127

CHAPTER XVIII.

Distraction of Grief. 161

CHAPTER XIX.
Distraction of Love. 205

CHAPTER XX.
Trial for High Treason. 235

CHAPTER XXI.
Catastrophe. 268

WALLADMOR.

CHAPTER X.

Hast thou a medicine to restore my wits
When I have lost them?--If not, leave to talk.
_Beaumont and Fletcher_; _Philaster_.

In this perplexity, whilst sitting down to clear up his thoughts and to
consider of his future motions, Bertram suddenly remembered that
immediately before the attack on the revenue officers, a note had been
put into his hand--which he had at that time neglected to read under
the overpowering interest of the scene which followed. This note he now
drew from his pocket: it was written in pencil, and contained the
following words:

"You wish to see the ruins of Ap Gauvon. In confidence therefore let me
tell you that the funeral train will direct its course upon a different
point. Take any convenient opportunity for leaving this rabble, and
pursue your route to the Abbey through the valley which branches off on
the left. You will easily reach it by nightfall; and you will there
receive a welcome from AN OLD FRIEND."

The day was uncommonly dear and bright; the frosty air looked sharp,
keen, and "in a manner vitreous;"[1] and every thing wore a cheerful
and promising aspect, except that towards the horizon the sky took that
emerald tint which sometimes on such days foreruns the approach of
snow. However, as it was now too late to return to Machynleth whilst
the day-light lasted--and as the ruins of Ap Gauvon were both in
themselves and in their accompaniments of scenery, according to the
description which had been given of them, an object of po