The noise had ceased; but it seemed that Morrel expected something--something had occasioned the noise, and something must follow.

The stranger fancied he heard footsteps on the stairs; and that the footsteps, which were those of several persons, stopped at the door.
A key was inserted in the lock of the first door, and the creaking of hinges was audible.
"There are only two persons who have the key to that door," murmured Morrel, "Cocles and Julie." At this instant the second door opened, and the young girl, her eyes bathed with tears, appeared.

Morrel rose tremblingly, supporting himself by the arm of the chair.

He would have spoken, but his voice failed him.

"Oh, father!" said she, clasping her hands, "forgive your child for being the bearer of evil tidings." Morrel again changed color.