Come in, pray come in, and speak to poor Flora." "Come in, Mr.Marchdale," said Henry--"come in; we make no stranger of you." They all then entered the room.
Several lights had been now brought into that antique chamber, and, in addition to the mother of the beautiful girl who had been so fearfully visited, there were two female domestics, who appeared to be in the greatest possible fright, for they could render no assistance whatever to anybody.
The tears were streaming down the mother's face, and the moment she saw Mr.Marchdale, she clung to his arm, evidently unconscious of what she was about, and exclaimed,-- "Oh, what is this that has happened--what is this?
Tell me, Marchdale! Robert Marchdale, you whom I have known even from my childhood, you will not deceive me.

Tell me the meaning of all this ?" "I cannot," he said, in a tone of much emotion.

"As God is my judge, I am as much puzzled and amazed at the scene that has taken place here to-night as you can be." The mother wrung her hands and wept.
"It was the storm that first awakened me," added Marchdale; "and then I heard a scream." The brothers tremblingly approached the bed.

Flora was placed in a sitting, half-reclining posture, propped up by pillows.

She was quite insensible, and her face was fearfully pale; while that she breathed at all could be but very faintly seen.