"Father, I would indeed--I could confide it to thee, and ask for thy assistance--I know 'tis not from curious feeling thou wouldst have it, but from a better motive. But of that which has been told it is not yet manifest--whether it is as my poor mother says, or but the phantom of a heated brain. Should it indeed be true, fain would I share the burthen with you--yet little you might thank me for the heavy load. But no--at least not now--it must not, cannot be revealed. I must do my work--enter that hated room alone." "Fearest thou not?" "Father, I fear nothing. I have a duty to perform--a dreadful one, I grant; but I pray thee, ask no more; for, like my poor mother, I feel as if the probing of the wound would half unseat my reason." "I will not press thee further, Philip. The time may come when I may prove of service. Farewell, my child; but I pray thee to discontinue thy unseemly labour, for I must send in the neighbours to perform the duties to thy departed mother, whose soul I trust is with its God." The priest looked at Philip; he perceived that his thoughts were elsewhere; there was a vacancy and appearance of mental stupefaction, and as he turned away, the good man shook his head. "He is right," thought Philip, when once more alone; and he took up the cabinet, and placed it upon the stand. "A few hours more can make no difference: I will lay me down, for my head is giddy." Philip went into the adjoining room, threw himself upon his bed, and in a few minutes was in a sleep as sound as that permitted to the wretch a few hours previous to his execution. During his slumbers the neighbours had come in, and had prepared everything for the widow's interment. They had been careful not to wake the son, for they held as sacred the sleep of those who must wake up to sorrow. Among others, soon after the hour of noon arrived Mynheer Poots; he had been informed of the death of the widow, but having a spare hour, he thought he might as well call, as it would raise his charges by another guilder. He first went into the room where the body lay, and from thence he proceeded to the chamber of Philip, and shook him by the shoulder. Philip awoke, and, sitting up, perceived the doctor standing by him. "Well, Mynheer Vanderdecken," commenced the unfeeling little man, "so it's all over. I knew it would be so, and recollect you owe me now another guilder, and you promised faithfully to pay me; altogether, with the potion, it will be three guilders and a half--that is, provided you return my phial." Philip, who at first waking was confused, gradually recovered his senses during this address. "You shall have your three guilders and a half, and your phial to boot, Mr Poots," replied he, as he rose from off the bed.