I conceived that Mr.Falkland was there, and was going instantly to retire; but at that moment a voice, that seemed supernaturally tremendous, exclaimed, Who is there?
The voice was Mr.Falkland's.

The sound of it thrilled my very vitals.

I endeavoured to answer, but my speech failed, and being incapable of any other reply, I instinctively advanced within the door into the room.

Mr.Falkland was just risen from the floor upon which he had been sitting or kneeling.
His face betrayed strong symptoms of confusion.

With a violent effort, however, these symptoms vanished, and instantaneously gave place to a countenance sparkling with rage.
"Villain!" cried he, "what has brought you here ?" I hesitated a confused and irresolute answer.