Glancing in the same direction, his eye rested upon the bottom of the well, but he could discern nothing except the glittering and blood-streaked pebbles, and the reflection of the early sunbeams that quivered on its steaming surface.

At length, a convulsion passed over the frame of the kneeler, and heaving a deep sigh he arose.

Turning to quit the spring, he confronted Garnet, and demanded, in a low voice-- "Have you likewise seen the vision, father ?" Garnet made no reply, but regarded him steadfastly.
"Has the blessed Winifred appeared to you, I say ?" continued Fawkes.
"No," answered Garnet; "I am but just come hither.

It is for you, my son,--the favoured of Heaven,--for whom such glorious visions are reserved.

I have seen nothing.