*tion"—He only uttered these words and

fell; a ghastly paleness overspread his face; the cold damps stood upon his forehead.

"This is the most unfortunate confirmation of the effects of terror upon an evil conscience," exclaimed Sir Everard, "that ever I beheld. I'll be bound there is not an Irish or English man here, that would have been so frightened." "It's a dizziness, a mere fainting fit," said Gondimar, "Let me feel his pulse," cried Sir Everard. "Well, doctor?" "Well, sir, he has no pulse left:—give him air." "I am better now," said Gondimar, with a smile, as he revived. "Was I ill enough for this?"—Sir Everard called in." Lord Trelawney's curiosity engaged him to climb to the grated window; but the candles had been extinguished, probably, for all beyond the window was utter darkness.

Whilst some were assisting the Count, the rest had been vainly endeavouring to