No scene more striking was ever exhibited; and if
Mrs. Calvert had not resumed strength of mind to speak, and
break the spell, it is impossible to say how long it might have
continued. "It is he, I believe," said she, uttering the words as it
were inwardly. "It can be none other but he. But, no, it is
impossible! I saw him stabbed through and through the heart; I
saw him roll backward on the green in his own blood, utter his
last words, and groan away his soul. Yet, if it is not he, who can it
be?"
"It is he!" cried Mrs. Logan, hysterically.
"Yes, yes, it is he!" cried the landlady, in unison.
"It is who?" said Mrs. Calvert. "Whom do you mean, mistress?"
"Oh, I don't know! I don't know! I was affrighted."
"Hold your peace then till you recover your senses, and tell me, if
you can, who that young gentleman is who keeps company with
the new Laird of Dalcastle?"
"Oh, it is he! It is he!" screamed Mrs. Logan, wringing her hands.
"Oh, it is he! It is he!" cried the landlady, wringing hers.
Mrs. Calvert turned the latter gently and civilly out of the
apartment, observing that there seemed to be some infection in
the air of the room, and she would be wise for herself to keep out
of it.
Pages:
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139