"My blessings on you both!" exclaimed her father.

"Give me your hand, Isabella," he added, taking it and placing it in that of the apprentice.

"Here, beside the grave of her whom you both loved, I affiance you.

Pursue the course I point out to you, Leonard, and she will soon be yours." As he spoke, the light of a lantern was suddenly thrown upon them, disclosing two persons who had noiselessly approached.

They were Lord Argentine and Pillichody.