My brain is on fire! A million of strange eyes seem gazing on me." "Great Heaven! she raves," said Henry.
"Hark--hark--hark! He comes on the wings of the storm.

Oh, it is most horrible--horrible!" Henry rang the bell, but not sufficiently loudly to create any alarm.
The sound reached the waking ear of the mother, who in a few moments was in the room.
"She has awakened," said Henry, "and has spoken, but she seems to me to wander in her discourse.

For God's sake, soothe her, and try to bring her mind round to its usual state." "I will, Henry--I will." "And I think, mother, if you were to get her out of this room, and into some other chamber as far removed from this one as possible, it would tend to withdraw her mind from what has occurred." "Yes; it shall be done.

Oh, Henry, what was it--what do you think it was ?" "I am lost in a sea of wild conjecture.

I can form no conclusion; where is Mr.Marchdale ?" "I believe in his chamber." "Then I will go and consult with him." Henry proceeded at once to the chamber, which was, as he knew, occupied by Mr.Marchdale; and as he crossed the corridor, he could not but pause a moment to glance from a window at the face of nature.
As is often the case, the terrific storm of the preceding evening had cleared the air, and rendered it deliciously invigorating and life-like.
The weather had been dull, and there had been for some days a certain heaviness in the atmosphere, which was now entirely removed.
The morning sun was shining with uncommon brilliancy, birds were singing in every tree and on every bush; so pleasant, so spirit-stirring, health-giving a morning, seldom had he seen.