They took their places and asked a blessing on the meal; but, before the prayer was finished, Lenora started suddenly and interrupted her father.

With eyes staring toward the door and head leaned forward, she listened eagerly, motioning her father with her hand to be silent.
There was a sound of footsteps and voices on the staircase, and, as they approached, Lenora thought she recognised the tones.

She bounded to the door with a sharp cry, and, closing it, leaned against the boards to prevent any one from entering.
"For God's sake, child, what are you afraid of ?" cried her father.
"GUSTAVE! GUSTAVE!" whispered Lenora, with pale and quivering lips.

"He is there! he is there! I hear him.

Take away that table quickly.