her every bitter pang be repeated?—need it be said that, regardless of themselves or any conclusions which their being together at such an hour might have occasioned: they carried the unconscious girl to the door of the castle, where O'Kelly was waiting to receive them. Every one had retired to rest; it was late; and one of Calantha's maids and O'Kelly alone remained in fearful anxiety watching for their return.
Terrified at the haggard looks, and lifeless form before her, Calantha turned to Glenarvon. But his countanance was changed; his eyes were fixed. "It is herself," he cried; and unable to bear the sight, a faintness came over him:—the name of Alice was pronounced by him. O'Kelly understood his master. "Is it possible," he exclaimed, and seizing the girl in his arms, he promised Calantha to do all in his power to restore her, and only implored her to retire to her own apartment: "For my master's sake,
