Death or life, with you! Who is it yonder?
I see some one--is it Tom?
It's Adrian!" "Is it Mr.Harley ?" The fair girl shivered.
"How dares he come here!" cried Richard.
The figure of Adrian, instead of advancing, discreetly circled the lake.
They were stealing away when he called.

His call was repeated.

Lucy entreated Richard to go to him; but the young man preferred to summon his attendant, Tom, from within hail, and send him to know what was wanted.
"Will he have seen me?
Will he have known me ?" whispered Lucy, tremulously.
"And if he does, love ?" said Richard.
"Oh! if he does, dearest--I don't know, but I feel such a presentiment.
You have not spoken of him to-night, Richard.

Is he good ?" "Good ?" Richard clutched her hand for the innocent maiden phrase.

"He's very fond of eating; that's all I know of Adrian." Her hand was at his lips when Tom returned.
"Well, Tom ?" "Mr.Adrian wishes particular to speak to you, sir," said Tom.
"Do go to him, dearest! Do go!" Lucy begs him.
"Oh, how I hate Adrian!" The young man grinds his teeth.
"Do go!" Lucy urges him.