- —you'll be better presently." "Never
more, nurse—never more. There is death on me, even as it came straight upon my mother. Oh God!"—"Where is the pain?" "It came like ice upon my heart, and my limbs feel chilled and numbed.—Avondale—Avondale."
Calantha was carried to a small room, and laid upon a bed. The waiter said that Lord Avondale was still at the inn. The nurse hastened to call him. He was surprised; but not displeased when he heard that Lady Avondale was arrived. He rushed towards her apartment. Sir Richard was with him. "By G—d, Avondale, if you forgive her, I will never see you more. Whilst I live, she shall never dwell in my house." "Then mine shall shelter her," said Lord Avondale, breaking from Sir Richard's grasp: "this is too much;" and with an air of kindness, with a manner gentle and affectionate, Lord Avondale now entered, and approached his wife. "Calantha,"
