An accident has happened to Lord Hartledon, ma'am, and these men have brought him home." "He--_he's_ not dead ?" asked the old woman, in changed tones.
Alas! poor Lord Hartledon was indeed dead.

The Irish labourers, in passing near the mill, had detected the body in the water; rescued it, and brought it home.
The countess-dowager's grief commenced rather turbulently.

She talked and shrieked, and danced round, exactly as if she had been a wild Indian.

It was so intensely ludicrous, that the occupants of the hall gazed in silence.
"Here to-day, and gone to-morrow!" she sobbed.

"Oh--o--o--o--o--o--oh!" "Nay," cried young Carteret, "here to-day, and gone _now_.