No breath was there; no pulse stirred in that fierce heart--the Midnight Queen was indeed dead! "Oh, this is fearful!" exclaimed Sir Norman, pale and horrified.
"The sight of Hubert, and his wonderful resemblance to her, has completed what her wound and this excitement began.

Her last is breathed on earth!" "Peace be with her!" said the count, removing his hat, which, up to the present, he had worn.

"And now, Sir Norman, if we are to keep our engagement at sunrise, we had better be on the move; for, unless I am greatly mistaken, the sky is already grey with day-dawn." "What are your commands ?" asked Sir Norman, turning away, with a sigh, from the beautiful form already stiffening in death.
"That you come with me to seek out those frightened fair ones, who are a great deal too lovely to share the fate of their male companions.

I shall give them their liberty to go where they please, on condition that they do not enter the city.

We have enough vile of their class there already." Sir Norman silently followed him into the azure and silver saloon, where the crowd of duchesses and countesses were "weeping and wringing their hands," and as white as so many pretty ghosts.