Its simplicity and diminutive size pleased her, and reassured her. Knowing she would have to remain there alone till midnight, she might have felt some misgivings had the room been large and sombre. Fortunately, she was not aware that there was a vault beneath, in which rested the earl's ancestors. Marble tablets were on the walls, but she did not read them. After an exhortation, to which she listened devoutly, the priest withdrew. Thus left alone, she knelt down at the altar, and was soon engrossed in prayer. For awhile she continued thus employed, but at length a feeling of drowsiness came over her, which she found it impossible to resist. How long she slept she could not tell, but when she awoke the place was buried in darkness. What had happened while she slumbered? And how came the tapers to be extinguished? Very much alarmed, she started to her feet, and somehow--though she scarcely knew how--made her way to the door. It was fastened. Father Norham must have locked it when he went out She was thus to be kept in that dreadful place--for dreadful it now seemed to her--till his return at midnight. She could not guess the hour, but she might have to wait long--very long! Moments seemed ages now. Her terror was insupportable. Just then she heard the castle clock, and counted the strokes. Eleven! Another agonising hour had to be borne!--another hour!--when five minutes had been intolerable! Rendered desperate by terror, she went back to the altar, and kneeling down once more, prayed for deliverance. Becoming somewhat calmer, she felt ashamed of her weakness, and tried to persuade herself that the tapers might have gone out by accident. The notion gave her momentary courage. But her fears returned with greater force than before as she heard a deep sigh, seemingly proceeding from some one close beside her, and she fancied she discerned a dusky figure. “Who is there?” she cried. “Is it you holy father?” No answer was returned, but a slight sound was heard, and the figure seemed to retreat. She heard and saw no more. Uttering a cry, she fell senseless at the foot of the altar, where she was found shortly afterwards by Father Norham and her mother. The former having brought the lantern with him, her situation was perceived at once, and the prompt application of a smelling-bottle by Lady Webb quickly restored her to consciousness. She was able to walk back to the mansion, but begged not to be questioned as to the cause of her fright till the morrow, when she should have quite recovered from its effects. XII.--A LETTER FROM THE EARL OF MAR. |NEXT morning she related the mysterious occurrence to them both, but they treated it very lightly, though neither could understand how the tapers had been extinguished. All the rest they regarded as the effect of an over-excited imagination.