"At length a sound, like the sudden shutting of the church door, broke upon the profound stillness of the holy edifice. In the hush that succeeded a footstep was distinctly heard threading the aisle. "'He comes--he comes!' exclaimed Alan joyfully; adding, an instant after, in an altered voice, 'but he comes alone.' "The footstep drew near to the mouth of the vault--it was upon the stairs. Alan stepped forward to greet, as he supposed, his grandson, but started back in astonishment and dismay as he encountered in his stead Lady Rookwood. Alan retreated, while the lady advanced, swinging the iron door after her, which closed with a tremendous clang. Approaching the statue of the first Sir Ranulph she passed, and Alan then remarked the singular and terrible expression of her eyes, which appeared to be fixed upon the statue, or upon some invisible object near it. There was something in her whole attitude and manner calculated to impress the deepest terror on the beholder, and Alan gazed upon her with an awe which momently increased. Lady Rookwood's bearing was as proud and erect as we have formerly described it to have been, her brow was as haughtily bent, her chiselled lip as disdainfully curled; but the staring, changeless eye, and the deep-heaved sob which occasionally escaped her, betrayed how much she was under the influence of mortal terror. Alan watched her in amazement. He knew not how the scene was likely to terminate, nor what could have induced her to visit this ghostly spot at such an hour and alone; but he resolved to abide the issue in silence--profound as her own. After a time, however, his impatience got the better of his fears and scruples, and he spoke. "'What doth Lady Rookwood in the abode of the dead?' asked he at length. "She started at the sound of his voice, but still kept her eye fixed upon the vacancy. "'Hast thou not beckoned me hither, and am I not come?' returned she, in a hollow tone. 'And now thou askest wherefore I am here. I am here because, as in thy life I feared thee not, neither in death do I fear thee. I am here because----' "'What seest thou?' interrupted Alan, with ill-suppressed terror. "'What see I--ha--ha!' shouted Lady Rookwood, amidst discordant laughter; 'that which might appal a heart less stout than mine--a figure anguish-writhen, with veins that glow as with a subtle and consuming flame. A substance, yet a shadow, in thy living likeness. Ha--frown if thou wilt; I can return thy glances.' [Sidenote: MELODRAMA POUR RIRE] "'Where dost thou see this vision?' demanded Alan. "'Where?' echoed Lady Rookwood, becoming for the first time sensible of the presence of a stranger. 'Ha--who are you that question me?--what are you?--speak!' "'No matter who or what I am,' returned Alan; 'I ask you what you behold?' "'Can you see nothing?' "'Nothing,' replied Alan. "'You knew Sir Piers Rookwood?' "'Is it he?' asked Alan, drawing near her.