I have something that weighs heavily upon my mind." Sir Rowland's brow darkened.
"I have sent for him," Aliva, he answered; "he will be here directly, with your medical advisers." "They are useless," she returned.

"Medicine cannot save mo now." "Dear sister----" "I should die happy, if I could behold my child." "Comfort yourself, then, Aliva.

You _shall_ behold him." "You are mocking me, Rowland.

Jests are not for seasons like this." "I am not, by Heaven," returned the knight, solemnly.

"Leave us, Mrs.
Norris, and do not return till Father Spencer arrives." "Your ladyship----" hesitated Norris.
"Go!" said Lady Trafford; "it is my last request." And her faithful attendant, drowned in tears, withdrew, followed by the two assistants.
Jonathan stepped behind a curtain.
"Rowland," said Lady Trafford, regarding him with a look of indescribable anxiety, "you have assured me that I shall behold my son.
Where is he ?" "Within this room," replied the knight.
"Here!" shrieked Lady Trafford.
"Here," repeated her brother.