CHAPTER 5.V.
Doch wunderbar ergriff mich's diese Nacht; Die Glieder schienen schon in Todes Macht.
Uhland.
(This night it fearfully seized on me; my limbs appeared already in the power of death.) A fever, attended with delirium, for several days deprived Glyndon of consciousness; and when, by Adela's care more than the skill of the physicians, he was restored to life and reason, he was unutterably shocked by the change in his sister's appearance; at first, he fondly imagined that her health, affected by her vigils, would recover with his own.

But he soon saw, with an anguish which partook of remorse, that the malady was deep-seated,--deep, deep, beyond the reach of Aesculapius and his drugs.

Her imagination, little less lively than his own, was awfully impressed by the strange confessions she had heard,--by the ravings of his delirium.

Again and again had he shrieked forth, "It is there,--there, by thy side, my sister!" He had transferred to her fancy the spectre, and the horror that cursed himself.

He perceived this, not by her words, but her silence; by the eyes that strained into space; by the shiver that came over her frame; by the start of terror; by the look that did not dare to turn behind.