This motion seemed to put him in possession of himself.

He seemed now, for the first time, to recognise my presence.

He turned to me, and said, in a tone of severity,-- "How now?
What brings you here ?" This rebuke was unexpected.

I stammered out, in reply, that the report of the pistol had alarmed me, and that I came to discover the cause of it.
He noticed not my answer, but resumed his perturbed steps, and his anxious but abstracted looks.

Suddenly he checked himself, and, glancing a furious eye at the corpse, he muttered, "Yes, the die is cast.