This man can do you no harm." He was speaking now as to a child; but it was of no use.

Her old mouth was still sucked in, and her eyes wandered past him into the gloom of the room behind.
"My child, tell me what is the matter.

What do you know of Felsenburgh?
You have been dreaming." She nodded suddenly and energetically, and Percy for the first time felt his heart give a little leap of apprehension.

Was this old woman out of her mind, then?
Or why was it that that name seemed to him sinister?
Then he remembered that Father Blackmore had once talked like this.

He made an effort, and sat down once more.
"Now tell me plainly," he said.