On approaching nearer, this light changed into the distinct and visible form of his master, Sir Philip Derval, who was then abroad,--supposed to be in the East, where he had resided for many years.

The impression on the steward's mind was so strong, that he called out, "Oh, Sir Philip!" when looking still more intently, he perceived that the face was that of a corpse.

As he continued to gaze, the apparition seemed gradually to recede, as if vanishing into the sepulchre itself.

He knew no more; he became unconscious.

It was the excess of the poor woman's alarm, on hearing this strange tale, that made her resolve to send for me instead of the parish apothecary.