Adela started up, "look--look--look!" she exclaimed.
"She comes! Save me,--save me!" and she fell at his feet in strong convulsions as the clock, falsely and in vain put forward, struck the half-hour.
The physician lifted her in his arms.

"My worst fears are confirmed," he said gravely; "the disease is epilepsy." (The most celebrated practitioner in Dublin related to the editor a story of optical delusion precisely similar in its circumstances and its physical cause to the one here narrated.) The next night, at the same hour, Adela Glyndon died..