His hat had fallen off, and the moon shone full upon his countenance; it was not the wild expression of intense anguish which dwelt on those hueless and sunken features; nor their quick change to ferocity and defiance, as his eyes fell upon me, which made me start back and feel my heart stand still! Notwithstanding the fearful ravages graven in that countenance, then so brilliant with the graces of boyhood, I recognized, at one glance, those still noble and chiselled features.

It was Reginald Glanville who stood before me! I recovered myself instantly; I threw myself towards him, and called him by his name.

He turned hastily; but I would not suffer him to escape; I put my hand upon his arm, and drew him towards me.

"Glanville!" I exclaimed, "it is I! it is your old--old friend, Henry Pelham.

Good God! have I met you at last, and in such a scene ?" Glanville shook me from him in an instant, covered his face with his hands, and sunk down with one wild cry, which went fearfully through that still place, upon the spot from which he had but just risen.