The battle-axe that Hermanric had secured during the scene of the past evening, still lay on the ground, in a corner.

The sight of it brought back a flood of terrible recollections to her mind.

She started violently; a sudden change overspread her features, and when she again addressed Hermanric, it was with quivering lips and in almost inarticulate words.
'I know now why you look on me so gloomily,' said she; 'that woman is coming back! I was so occupied by my dreams and my thoughts of my father and of you, and my hopes for days to come, that I had forgotten her when I awoke! But I remember all now! She is coming back--I see it in your sorrowful eyes--she is coming back to murder me! I shall die at the moment when I had such hope in my life! There is no happiness for me! None!--none!' The Goth's countenance began to darken.

He whispered to himself several times, 'How can I save her ?' For a few minutes there was a deep silence, broken only by the sobs of Antonina.

He looked round at her after an interval.