In such a case, sir, the most affectionate relation must own, that death, in comparison to life, is a mercy." "Mercy ?" answered Tyrrel; "but why, then, is it denied to me ?--I know--I know!--My life is spared till I revenge her." He started from his seat, and hurried eagerly down stairs.

But, as he was about to rush from the door of the inn, he was stopped by Touchwood, who had just alighted from a carriage, with an air of stern anxiety imprinted on his features, very different from their usual expression.
"Whither would ye?
Whither would ye ?" he said, laying hold of Tyrrel, and stopping him by force.
"For revenge--for revenge!" said Tyrrel.

"Give way, I charge you, on your peril!" "Vengeance belongs to God," replied the old man, "and his bolt has fallen .-- This way--this way," he continued, dragging Tyrrel into the house.

"Know," he said, so soon as he had led or forced him into a chamber, "that Mowbray of St.Ronan's has met Bulmer within this half hour, and has killed him on the spot." "Killed ?--whom ?" answered the bewildered Tyrrel.
"Valentine Bulmer, the titular Earl of Etherington." "You bring tidings of death to the house of death," answered Tyrrel; "and there is nothing in this world left that I should live for!".