Happily for all parties, this distressing scene was here interrupted. Lester entered the room with the heavy step into which his once elastic and cheerful tread had subsided. "Ha, Walter!" said he, irresolutely glancing over the group; but Madeline had already sprang from her seat. "You have seen him!--you have seen him! And how does he--how does he look? But that I know; I know his brave heart does not sink. And what message does he send to me? And--and--tell me all, my father: quick, quick!" "Dear, miserable child!--and miserable old man!" muttered Lester, folding her in his arms; "but we ought to take courage and comfort from him, Madeline. A hero, on the eve of battle, could not be more firm--even more cheerful. He smiled often--his old smile; and he only left tears and anxiety to us. But of you, Madeline, we spoke mostly: he would scarcely let me say a word on any thing else. Oh, what a kind heart!--what a noble spirit! And perhaps a chance tomorrow may quench both. But, God! be just, and let the avenging lightning fall on the real criminal, and not blast the innocent man!" "Amen!" said Madeline deeply. "Amen!" repeated Walter, laying his hand on his heart. "Let us pray!" exclaimed Lester, animated by a sudden impulse, and falling on his knees. The whole group followed his example; and Lester, in a trembling and impassioned voice, poured forth an extempore prayer, that Justice might fall only where it was due. Never did that majestic and pausing Moon, which filled that lowly room as with the presence of a spirit, witness a more impressive adjuration, or an audience more absorbed and rapt. Full streamed its holy rays upon the now snowy locks and upward countenance of Lester, making his venerable person more striking from the contrast it afforded to the dark and sunburnt cheek-- the energetic features, and chivalric and earnest head of the young man beside him. Just in the shadow, the raven locks of Ellinor were bowed over her clasped hands,--nothing of her face visible; the graceful neck and heaving breast alone distinguished from the shadow;--and, hushed in a death-like and solemn repose, the parted lips moving inaudibly; the eye fixed on vacancy; the wan transparent hands, crossed upon her bosom; the light shone with a more softened and tender ray upon the faded but all- angelic form and countenance of her, for whom Heaven was already preparing its eternal recompense for the ills of Earth! CHAPTER V. THE TRIAL. "Equal to either fortune."--Speech of Eugene Aram.