For five days Mrs.Greville and Mary watched over his couch.

His ravings were dreadful; he would speak of Dupont, at one time, with imprecations; at others, as if imploring him to forbear.
He would entreat his child to forgive him; and then, with fearful convulsions, appear struggling with the effort to drag her to the altar.
Mary heard, and her slight frame shook and withered each day faster than the last, but she moved not from her father's side.

In vain Mrs.
Greville watched for some returning consciousness, for some sign to say he died in peace.

Alas! there was none.

He expired in convulsions; and scarcely had his wife and child recovered the awful scene, when the entrance of the hated Dupont roused them to exertion.