He is utterly worn out, and every nerve in his body is strung to its utmost tension.

Let him sleep, poor fellow!" He lay before her so death-like, so ghastly, so haggard, that the stoniest enemy might have relented--the pallid shadow of the handsome, happy bridegroom of two short months ago.
"I have kept my oath," she thought.

"I have wreaked the vengeance I have sworn.

If I left him forever now, the _manes_ of Zenith the gypsy might rest appeased.

But the astrologer's prediction--ah! the work must go on to the appalling end." Early in the afternoon arrived Lady Kingsland and Mildred, in a frightful state of excitement and horror.