by without looking at
me. Whither does he go? Why is he so sad? Why is his hair so disordered?
Why? why?"

The tone in which these words were uttered were so deeply sorrowful,
that the doctor reached forward his hand and said to the Prince: "_Must
I awaken the Marquise?_" Before the Prince could reply, Aminta stood
erect and said, "No! I will go with him. Henri, Henri! for pity's sake
do not. I never will forgive you! Henri, you would not commit perjury?
My God!" said she, clasping her hands, "he will go thither! Fatal,
terrible passion!"

She then shed tears, and fell back into the arms of Marie, who sustained
her.

"Enough, doctor, enough!" said Marie, "I beseech you. She suffers, you
see. She shall not do so. I will not consent to."

The doctor took the young woman's hand, and prepared to arouse her from
this condition and to restore her to real life. Just then the Prince de
Maulear, with intense agony on his face, rushed towards his
daughter-in-law, repelling Matheus.

"Will the health and happiness of the Marquise be endangered," said he,
"if she continue longer in this condition?"

"Her heart alone will suffer, Monsieur," said the doctor, "neither her
health nor her life is in danger."

"Go on, then, Monsieur," said the Prince, coldly, "for we speak of my
son. On what the Marquise has said depends the repose of my life, her
happiness, and the honor of my family."

"But," said Matheus, "my honor forbids me to follow up the excitement
any longer. Know that the true apostles of the science I now practise
before you, make it a rigid law never to make use of such phenomena as
you have seen, to penetrate hidden secrets, or to read by force the
consciences of those whom they submit to the exercise of their will."

"Monsieur," said the Prince, "we have around us here only honest hearts,
which are also friendly. I, therefore, do not at all fear to initiate
them into my family secrets. Besides this, vain curiosity exerts no
influence over me, but a nobler thought, the possibility, perhaps, of
preventing cruel misfortunes which I now apprehend, and which I would
anticipate."

"_See!_" said the doctor to the Marquise. "_I wish you to_----"

"No, no!" said the somnambulist. "I have seen enough. Do not force me to
follow out his wanderings--he has forgotten me--his father--his
honor--his oath--himself!"

"_See!_" said the doctor, replacing his hand over the Marquise's eyes,
"_I wish it._"

"Henri! Henri!" exc