You are to know, Segnor, that while I was enquiring about you of the Landlord, this Stranger passed by.

He stopped, and looked at me earnestly.

'Youth!' said He in a solemn voice, 'He whom you seek, has found that which He would fain lose.

My hand alone can dry up the blood: Bid your Master wish for me when the Clock strikes, 'One.' 'How ?' cried I, starting from my Sopha.

(The words which Theodore had repeated, seemed to imply the Stranger's knowledge of my secret) 'Fly to him, my Boy! Entreat him to grant me one moment's conversation!' Theodore was surprised at the vivacity of my manner: However, He asked no questions, but hastened to obey me.