"My strength is failing fast, and it may revive me." And with, great effort he swallowed a few drops from the cup filled for him by Jocelyn.

Still, his appearance was so alarming, that the young man could not help urging him not to delay.
"I understand," replied Hugh Calveley, slightly pressing his hand.

"You think I have no time to lose; and you are right.

My child, then, is the trust I would confide to you.

Son, behold thy sister! Daughter, behold thy brother!" "I will be more than a brother to her," cried Sir Jocelyn, earnestly.
"More thou canst not be," rejoined Hugh Calveley; "unless--" "Unless what ?" demanded Sir Jocelyn.
"I cannot explain," cried the Puritan, with an expression of agony; "there is not time.