As the performer of thy behests, he is my friend." My heart began now to misgive me.

His mournful aspect had gradually yielded place to a serene brow.

A new soul appeared to actuate his frame, and his eyes to beam with preternatural lustre.

These symptoms did not abate, and he continued: "Clara! I must not leave thee in doubt.

I know not what brought about thy interview with the being whom thou callest Carwin.