To the butler's trembling entreaties that he would take some refreshment, he at first returned no answer, and then suddenly and fiercely demanding wine, he drank, contrary to his habits, a very large draught.

Seeing that his master would eat nothing, the old man affectionately entreated that he would permit him to light him to his chamber.

It was not until the request was three or four times repeated that Ravenswood made a mute sign of compliance.

But when Balderstone conducted him to an apartment which had been comfortably fitted up, and which, since his return, he had usually occupied, Ravenswood stopped short on the threshold.
"Not here," said he, sternly; "show me the room in which my father died; the room in which SHE slept the night the were at the castle." "Who, sir ?" said Caleb, too terrified to preserve his presence of mind.
"SHE, Lucy Ashton! Would you kill me, old man, by forcing me to repeat her name ?" Caleb would have said something of the disrepair of the chamber, but was silenced by the irritable impatience which was expressed in his master's countenance; he lighted the way trembling and in silence, placed the lamp on the table of the deserted room, and was about to attempt some arrangement of the bed, when his master big him begone in a tone that admitted of no delay.

The old man retired, not to rest, but to prayer; and from time to time crept to the door of the apartment, in order to find out whether Ravenswood had gone to repose.