had taken possession of her soul. She felt that through every person
to whom she might impart her tale would listen with incredibility,
and mockery, that the truth of that awful visitation could not be
questioned by her own better judgment. She considered herself one

"To whom the world unknown
In all its shadowy shapes is shown."

She shuddered over the remembrance of the past, she trembled from
apprehension of the future. The approach of night was beginning to
be terrible to her feelings; the very air appeared, to her
disordered imagination, instinct with being; low whisperings seemed
to approach her ears; and if the female attendant whom she had
stationed by her bedside disappeared for a moment, she instantly
fancied she saw the noble figure approach, that pale soft
countenance once more gazing upon her, and those cold lips about to
address her; and in an agony of approaching insanity, she prayed
aloud to the God of all Grace, for deliverance from the torture that
assailed her. Her prayers were heard; for as her constitution
recovered from the shocks it had sustained, her mind gradually
returned to its wonted serenity; the impression of the event became
less vivid, and in less than a week she was enabled to resume her
accustomed habits.

Her return was more warmly greeted by Lord Greville than she had
expected. There was something of "long syne," in his manner of
welcoming her to her sitting apartment, which rejoiced her warm and
affectionate heart. She did not, however, approach it without
trembling; for it was the lady's chamber. Her feelings were
fortunately too much occupied by the unusual kindness displayed by