"In that chamber," said he, "lodges the Lady Helen." "Ah, my poor cousin," exclaimed Murray; "though she seems not to have tasted the hardships of her parents, she has shared their misery, I do not doubt." While he spoke, the lieutenant bowed in silence, and Murray entered alone.

The chamber was magnificent, and illumined by a lamp which hung from the ceiling.

He cautiously approached the bed, fearing too hastily to disturb her, and gently pulling aside the curtains, beheld vacancy.

An exclamation of alarm had almost escaped him, when observing a half-open door at the other side of the apartment, he drew toward it, and there beheld his cousin, with her back to him, kneeling before a crucifix.

She spoke not, but the fervor of her action manifested how earnestly she prayed.