ted on the
horizon? It is water--a river--he rushes toward it--let us reach him--I
cannot! Ah! here he is. I am with him now. What does he want. He calls
me--he pronounces my name. Here I am--close--next to you. Your father
also calls you. Come, come, let us turn to him. He does not hear me--he
lifts his eye to heaven--he prays. Henri, Henri, why do you approach
this dark water? Take care of the water--death is before you--under your
very feet."...

Just then the Marquise uttered a terrible cry, and was seized with a
violent nervous attack.

"You would insist, Monsieur," said the doctor to the Prince, in a
reproachful tone. Then, taking the young woman's hands, he clasped them
in his own, and made a few rapid passes over her face and eyes. He then
made her smell a flacon of salts, and opened a window of the room, close
to which he placed the Marquise's chair. This occupied a few minutes,
all who were present standing around Mme. de Maulear, and paying
attention only to her. The first excitement having passed away, they
discovered that the Prince de Maulear had fainted. The doctor drew near
the old man, and soon restored him to consciousness. When he had
recovered his senses, the Prince called the doctor to him, and
whispered, "Do you believe all this?"

The doctor clasped the hand of the Prince, and went away.

The Marquise de Maulear, smiling and calm, said, "Have I not been
asleep?"

Her memory, however, recalled nothing of the scenes which had passed
before her in her somnambulism. She forgot, as people frequently do,
both pleasant and mournful dreams....

Fifteen days after this scene Mme. de Maulear saw her mother stop at the
hotel of the Prince. Behind Signora Rovero, humble and trembling, was
the deformed and courageous boy, whom the children of Sorrento had
called Scorpione. The Marquise, both happy and surprised, rushed into
her mother's arms. With great anxiety, she suddenly cried, "Henri--the
Marquis--where is he?"

In reply, the Signora Rovero clasped her daughter to her breast, and
wept.

FOOTNOTES:

[F] The translator has here elided about two pages on the theory of
magnetism which he has thought rather detracted than otherwise from the
interest of this book.

[G] Madame la Marquise, se trouve-t-elle ainsi suffisament en rapport
avec moi?

From Fraser's Magazine.

SCENES AT MALMAISON.

The Palace of Malmaison, though not built on a large scale, became, with
the additions afterwa