Mrs.Dods, he concluded, was prevented from moving, for fear of disturbing her patient's slumber; and, as if actuated by the same feeling which he imputed to her, he ceased to traverse his apartment, as his agitation had hitherto dictated, and throwing himself into a chair, forbore to move even a finger, and withheld his respiration as much as possible, just as if he had been seated by the pillow of the patient.

Morning was far advanced, when his landlady appeared in his room with a grave and anxious countenance.
"Mr.Tyrrel," she said, "ye are a Christian man." "Hush, hush, for Heaven's sake!" he replied; "you will disturb Miss Mowbray." "Naething will disturb her, puir thing," answered Mrs.Dods; "they have muckle to answer for that brought her to this!" "They have--they have indeed," said Tyrrel, striking his forehead; "and I will see her avenged on every one of them!--Can I see her ?" "Better not--better not," said the good woman; but he burst from her, and rushed into the apartment.
"Is life gone ?--Is every spark extinct ?" he exclaimed eagerly to a country surgeon, a sensible man, who had been summoned from Marchthorn in the course of the night.

The medical man shook his head--Tyrrel rushed to the bedside, and was convinced by his own eyes that the being whose sorrows he had both caused and shared, was now insensible to all earthly calamity.

He raised almost a shriek of despair, as he threw himself on the pale hand of the corpse, wet it with tears, devoured it with kisses, and played for a short time the part of a distracted person.

At length, on the repeated expostulation of all present, he suffered himself to be again conducted to another apartment, the surgeon following, anxious to give such sad consolation as the case admitted of.
"As you are so deeply concerned for the untimely fate of this young lady," he said, "it may be some satisfaction to you, though a melancholy one, to know, that it has been occasioned by a pressure on the brain, probably accompanied by a suffusion; and I feel authorized in stating, from the symptoms, that if life had been spared, reason would, in all probability, never have returned.