CHAPTER XIV.
HENRY'S AGREEMENT WITH SIR FRANCIS VARNEY .-- THE SUDDEN ARRIVAL AT THE HALL .-- FLORA'S ALARM.
[Illustration] On the tray which the servant brought into the room, were refreshments of different kinds, including wine, and after waving his hand for the domestic to retire, Sir Francis Varney said,-- "You will be better, Mr.Bannerworth, for a glass of wine after your walk, and you too, sir.

I am ashamed to say, I have quite forgotten your name." "Marchdale." "Mr.Marchdale.

Ay, Marchdale.

Pray, sir, help yourself." "You take nothing yourself ?" said Henry.
"I am under a strict regimen," replied Varney.

"The simplest diet alone does for me, and I have accustomed myself to long abstinence." "He will not eat or drink," muttered Henry, abstractedly.
"Will you sell me the Hall ?" said Sir Francis Varney.
Henry looked in his face again, from which he had only momentarily withdrawn his eyes, and he was then more struck than ever with the resemblance between him and the portrait on the panel of what had been Flora's chamber.