But answer me this: Who made her capable of attracting atmospheric electricity?
Who charged her beautiful delicate body with a vile compound of electrical fluid, so that she was as a living magnet, bound to draw towards herself electricity in all its forms?
Who tampered with her fine brain and made her imagine herself allied to a spirit of air?
Who but HE--HE!--yonder unscrupulous wretch!--he who in pursuit of his miserable science, practised his most dangerous experiments on his sister, regardless of her health, her happiness, her life! I say he is her murderer--her remorseless murderer, and a thrice-damned villain!" And he sprang forward to renew the combat.

I stepped quietly, unflinchingly between him and Heliobas.
"Stop!" I exclaimed; "this cannot go on.

Zara herself forbids it!" The Prince paused, and looked at me in a sort of stupefaction.
"Zara forbids it!" he muttered.

"What do you mean ?" "I mean," I went on, "that I have seen Zara since her death; I have spoken to her.

She herself sent me here." Prince Ivan stared, and then burst into a fit of wild laughter.
"Little fool!" he cried to me; "he has maddened you too, then! You are also a victim! Miserable girl! out of my path! Revenge--revenge! while I am yet sane!" Then pushing me roughly aside, he cast away his sword, and shouted to Heliobas: "Hand to hand, villain! No more of these toy-weapons! Hand to hand!" Heliobas instantly threw down his sword also, and rushing forward simultaneously, they closed together in savage conflict.