and snatching Lady Marchmont's beautiful hand, he pressed it to his lips. "How can I ever," whispered he, drawing nearer toward her, "ever thank you enough?"
"I do not know," said Henrietta, starting from her seat, and drawing herself to her full height, "that you have much to thank me for; but, follow me softly."
She took the lamp, and led the way through a suite of apartments, till she stopped in a large bed-room, dimly lighted by a night-lamp, and the one she carried.
"This is the third time that I have been here to-night," muttered she; and, hastily withdrawing the heavy curtain, exclaimed—"Look there!"
Sir George did look, and saw the face of Lord Marchmont; and saw too that it was the face of a corpse.
"We cannot stay here," continued she, in the same hollow whisper, and led the way back again to the dressing-room.
Sir George followed her mechanically; one
