And if you treat me in this way, you will have my death to answer for, as well as the deaths of my husband and child.

Let us part in peace.

We shall take an eternal farewell of each other." "Be it so!" rejoined Sir Rowland, with concentrated fury; "but before we _do_ part, I am resolved to know the name of your pretended husband!" "Torture shall not wrest it from me," answered his sister, firmly.
"What motive have you for concealment ?" he demanded.
"A vow," she answered,--"a vow to my dead husband." Sir Rowland looked at her for a moment, as if he meditated some terrible reply.

He then arose, and, taking a few turns in the chamber, stopped suddenly before her.
"What has put it into your head that your son yet lives ?" he asked.
"I have dreamed that I shall see him before I die," she rejoined.
"Dreamed!" echoed the knight, with a ghastly smile.

"Is that all?
Then learn from me that your hopes are visionary as their foundation.