First she saw his yellow head, with its fringe of white hair, which shone as if surmounted by a halo.

Beneath the bald forehead the eyes were like two gleams of light; the dead man rose as if impelled by some superior force or will.
Ursula's body trembled; her flesh was like a burning garment, and there was (as she subsequently said) another self moving within her bodily presence.

"Mercy!" she cried, "mercy, godfather!" "It is too late," he said, in the voice of death,--to use the poor girl's own expression when she related this new dream to the abbe.

"He has been warned; he has paid no heed to the warning.

The days of his son are numbered.