im. He was not dead, as she had at
first supposed; but he was in a very death-like sleep.

She arose to her feet, and clasped her forehead with both hands while
she tried to think. What could these things mean? The unnatural
exhilaration of their little party on the previous evening; the powerful
reaction that prostrated them all in heavy stupor or dreamless sleep,
that had lasted some fifteen hours; the ghastly procession she had seen
issue from the open door of the old vault, and march slowly down the
east wall of the church, past all the gothic windows, and disappear
through the front door; the spell that had so deeply bound her own
faculties, that she had neither the power nor the will to call out;
their visitor overtaken by sleep while on his way to mount his horse,
and now lying prostrate among the gravestones? What could all these
things mean?

She could not imagine.

However much she might have wished to spare her husband's rest up to
this moment, she felt that she must arouse him now. She hurried back
into the church, and went up to the little couch and looked at Lyon.

He was moving restlessly, and muttering sadly in his sleep. And now she
felt less reluctance to wake him from his troubled dream. She shook him
gently, and called him.

He opened his eyes, gazed at her, arose up in a sitting posture, and
stared around for a moment, and then seeing his wife, exclaimed:

"Oh! is it you, Sybil? What is this? the chapel seems to be turned
around." And he gazed again at the western windows, where the sun was
shining, and which he mistook for the eastern, supposing the time to be
morning.

"The chapel has not turned around, Lyon; but the sun has. It is late in
the afternoon, and that is the declining and not the rising sun that you
see."

"Good gracious, Sybil! Have I slept so late as this? Why did you let
me?"

"Because I slept myself; we all slept; even to Captain Pendleton, who
must have been overpowered by sleep on his way to his horse; for I have
just found him lying among the gravestones."

"What? Who? Pendleton asleep among the gravestones? Say that again. I
don't understand."

Sybil briefly repeated her statement.

Lyon started up, shook himself as if to arouse all his faculties, and
then went and douched his head and face with cold water, and finally, as
he dried them, he turned to Sybil and said:

"What is all this that you tell me? Where is Pendleton? Come and show
me."

Sybil led the wa