CHAPTER 7.VIII.
Le glaive est contre toi tourne de toutes parties.
La Harpe, "Jeanne de Naples," Act iv.sc.

4.
(The sword is raised against you on all sides.) In the mean time Glyndon, after an audience of some length with C--, in which the final preparations were arranged, sanguine of safety, and foreseeing no obstacle to escape, bent his way back to Fillide.
Suddenly, in the midst of his cheerful thoughts, he fancied he heard a voice too well and too terribly recognised, hissing in his ear, "What! thou wouldst defy and escape me! thou wouldst go back to virtue and content.

It is in vain,--it is too late.

No, _I_ will not haunt thee; HUMAN footsteps, no less inexorable, dog thee now.

Me thou shalt not see again till in the dungeon, at midnight, before thy doom! Behold--" And Glyndon, mechanically turning his head, saw, close behind him, the stealthy figure of a man whom he had observed before, but with little heed, pass and repass him, as he quitted the house of Citizen C--.
Instantly and instinctively he knew that he was watched,--that he was pursued.