"You do not love me as much as I thought you did, Constance," he said, in a reproachful tone. "'Tis plain you are under the influence of this malicious and designing priest." "Do not disquiet yourself," she rejoined, calmly. "Father Jerome has no undue influence over me, and could never change my sentiments towards you. I admit that he is not favourably disposed towards our union, and would prevent it if he could, but he is powerless." "I shall be miserable if I leave him with you, Constance. He ought to be driven from the house." "I cannot do that," she rejoined. "But depend upon it he shall never prejudice me against you." Little more passed between them, for Constance did not dare to prolong the interview. CHAPTER VI. A LETTER FROM BEPPY BYROM. Another day of imprisonment--for such Atherton deemed it. Markland brought him his meals as before, and strove to cheer him, for the young man looked very dull and dispirited. "I can't remain here much longer, Markland," he said. "Something in the atmosphere of these deserted rooms strangely oppresses me. I seem to be surrounded by beings of another world, who, though invisible to mortal eye, make their presence felt. I know this is mere imagination, and I am ashamed of myself for indulging such idle fancies, but I cannot help it. Tell me, Markland," he added, "are these rooms supposed to be haunted?" "Since you ask me the question, sir, I must answer it truthfully. They are. It was reported long ago that apparitions had been seen in them; and since nobody liked to occupy the rooms, they were shut up. But you needn't be frightened, sir. The ghosts will do you no harm." "I am not frightened, Markland. But I confess I prefer the society of the living to that of the dead. Last night--whether I was sleeping or waking at the time I can't exactly tell--but I thought Sir Richard appeared to me; and this is the second time I have seen him, for he warned me before I went to Carlisle. And now he has warned me again of some approaching danger. The spirit--if spirit it was--had a grieved and angry look, and seemed to reproach me with neglect." The latter was deeply interested in what was told him, and, after a moment's reflection, said: "This is very strange. Have you disregarded Sir Richard's dying injunctions? Bethink you, sir!" "I would not abandon the expedition as he counselled me, and I went on to Carlisle--but since my return I cannot charge myself with any neglect. Ah! one thing occurs to me. I ought to see that certain documents which he left me are safe." "Where did you place them, sir, may I ask?" said the butler. "In the ebony cabinet in the library. I have the key." "Then, no doubt, they are perfectly safe, sir. But it may be well to satisfy yourself on the point when you go down to the library." "I will do so. Shall I find Miss Rawcliffe there this evening?" "You will, sir, at the same hour as last night. She bade me tell you so."