"See! This hour is yet ours.

Let us avail ourselves of it; for who knows whether the next will still belong to us ?" "No! it is no longer yours," yelled the king, as he sprang like a roused lion from his seat.

"Your hours are numbered, and the next already belongs to the hangman!" A piercing shriek burst from Geraldine's lips.

Then was heard a dull fall.
"She has fainted," muttered Earl Douglas.
"Geraldine, Geraldine, my loved one!" cried Henry Howard.

"My God, my God! she is dying! You have killed her! Woe to you!" "Woe to yourself!" said the king, solemnly.