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133 THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. TD I eould not: nor did Y wish to do so: there ap- chamber, bewildered—act knowing what to think te be no necessity now for such a serious I fell upon my knees, and prayed loag and tere step. Bat not a syllable fell from his lips retative ventlyto heaven, imploring that if this were menué. to tne incident of the pest night; and therefore I asa warning for any wise purpueec of concluded that it must have been ali a dream: for | the Omnipotent, some farther sign, might be voush- I could not bring myself to fancy that I had seem | safed to comvines me of its reality—-some sign that an apparition—and if it were he in person, how | would heave no doubt behind, bat would be un- could he thus avoid making any allasion to the | questionably convincing. I rose fram my knees, tupic ?—for he must have known that I had opened the my window and seen him there. Assuredly, I thought to myself, it was naught but a dream!” some minutes. Mrs. Broughton made no remark: | } she was deeply anxious to hear the rentainder of the narrative which had already acquired so pro- found an interest. dreams of an : “The Earl took his leave of me that evening in| “ And d‘d you not, dear lady, on that. camsion,” a cheerful and affectionate manner,” resumed the | atked Jirs. Broughton, pereeiving that the Countess Countess, — “whispering to me as he went away | paused again, “ speak to his lordship on tha mys- that we should soon be united no more to part. I | sterious subject ascended to my chamber: but when I reached ita | “ No—I did not,” responded the Countess of, superstitious terror, vague and undefined, seized | Onstlomaine; “and I will tell you whereiove. He upon me; and I instantaneously felt that if I were | came at the usual hour, and seemed so ebeerful and missed the maid at once, and eat down to give way | to ty my reflections. With respect however to the impossibility of sleeping I was wrong; for gre- me-—and did my own name, thus sent up from the garden, reach my ears. Then it mast be Ae, I thought to myself: and my superstitious terrors vanished: but as I passed the mirror on my way to the casement, I caught sight of my countenance by aid of the wax-candles burning on the toitet-table; and I saw | myself once more assending to my chamber: I evedt that it was pele as death. And no wonder—for I | resolved to go to bed of cance, and not look forth from the casement. But this determination I hed ; CO IMULUG 5 DOO CS (COL