She did not faint--there seemed to be a deathless energy within her that chained life strongly in its place--she only pressed both hands hard over the wound, and looked mournfully and reproachfully up in his face.

Those beautiful, sad, solemn eyes, void of everything savage and fierce, were truly Leoline's eyes now.
Through all his first shock of horror, another thing dawned on his mind; he had looked on this scene before.

It was the second view in La Masque's caldron, and but one remained to be verified.
The next instant, he was down on his knees in a paroxysm of grief and despair.
"What have I done?
what have I done ?" was his cry.
"Listen!" she said, faintly raising one finger.

"Do you hear that ?" Distant steps were echoing along the passage.

Yes; he heard them, and knew what they were.
"They are coming to lead you to death!" she said, with some of her old fire; "but I will baffle them yet.