I am, indeed, no shadow--I am a much-injured man, come to demand rights which have been unjustly withheld from me.

I am now armed with power as well as justice, and my claims shall be heard." "Never--never!" replied Clara Mowbray; "since extremity is my portion, let extremity give me courage .-- You have no rights--none--I know you not, and I defy you." "Defy me not, Clara Mowbray," answered the Earl, in a tone, and with a manner how different from those which delighted society! for now he was solemn, tragic, and almost stern, like the judge when he passes sentence upon a criminal.

"Defy me not," he repeated.

"I am your Fate, and it rests with you to make me a kind or severe one." "Dare you speak thus ?" said Clara, her eyes flashing with anger, while her lips grew white, and quivered for fear--"Dare you speak thus, and remember that the same heaven is above our heads, to which you so solemnly vowed you would never see me more without my own consent ?" "That vow was conditional--Francis Tyrrel, as he calls himself, swore the same--hath _he_ not seen you ?" He fixed a piercing look on her; "He has--you dare not disown it!--And shall an oath, which to him is but a cobweb, be to me a shackle of iron ?" "Alas! it was but for a moment," said Miss Mowbray, sinking in courage, and drooping her head as she spoke.
"Were it but the twentieth part of an instant--the least conceivable space of subdivided time--still, you _did_ meet--he saw you--you spoke to him.

And me also you must see--me also you must hear! Or I will first claim you for my own in the face of the world; and, having vindicated my rights, I will seek out and extinguish the wretched rival who has dared to interfere with them." "Can you speak thus ?" said Clara--"can you so burst through the ties of nature ?--Have you a heart!" "I have; and it shall be moulded like wax to your slightest wishes, if you agree to do me justice; but not granite, nor aught else that nature has of hardest, will be more inflexible if you continue an useless opposition!--Clara Mowbray, I am your Fate." "Not so, proud man," said Clara, rising, "God gave not one potsherd the power to break another, save by his divine permission--my fate is in the will of Him, without whose will even a sparrow falls not to the ground .-- Begone--I am strong in faith of heavenly protection." "Do you speak thus in sincerity ?" said the Earl of Etherington; "consider first what is the prospect before you.