"Still, like a clouded gem, from its dull shroud Of lifelessness, its look was high and proud; And, though his brow deep melancholy confest, Oh! yet it lacked the air of perfect rest, As though it wist not where that rest to seek, And felt an anguish that it could not speak." The Earl again approached, and gazed steadfastly on the face of the dead: he then turned away, as if he could endure the sight no more, and in an altered voice asked Bill-- "How came he here? how died he? speak, mysterious man!" "I told you Adrian--that is Ned L'Estrange--and he fought for the lassie; Ned stuck his knife in him; that's how he came here." "That was Luigi, but L'Estrange you said--my brain is addled, what is all this?" "'Tis plain enough," said Bill; "the Captain was Luigi, and Ned L'Estrange was Adrian, and Ned, d--n him, killed the Captain." "And this king of robbers, this Luigi, was my brother! Good God! I had heard he was not what people thought, little I dreamed who he was! and L'Estrange, Adrian! That man seems born my evil angel: he ran away with my betrothed, escaped from justice, and has now killed my brother! where is he, old man? he dies for my brother." "Didna I tell ye he gave leg bail, and has given a wide berth to old Bill; he kens better than run foul of him. Cuss him for killing the Cap." "Luigi my brother! strange, strange," said the Earl, again approaching the corpse. "Alas, John! to what have you fallen?--a brigand, and now perished by the sword you too well used. Alas! alas! Still with all thy vices, thou art my brother yet. Death pays all debts but one, the debt of vengeance, and surely and bloodily thou shalt be avenged! and now," he continued, addressing Bill again, "tell me the mystery of her who brought me here." "All in good time, my Lord. I have much to tell you yet; old Bill can spin a long yarn." "I doubt it not, but delay me no more now; let me return home, I will come again and hear all to-morrow--I give you my promise--but not now; I must see about my murdered friends, arrange about the interment of my poor assassinated brother, set the bloodhounds after the miscreant who murdered him, and----" "Stay, not so fast, you can't steer from here before you know all; when you hear who Ned L'Estrange is you won't be so keen to follow him. You must stay, I command you; sit down, sit down: if I whistled the room were full of those who would make you anchor long enough; the time is come, I have been revenged, the murder must out." "I see I must stay then. In truth I know not how I could thread my way out--you will tell me then who that girl is." "Ay, ay, I see you have a misgiving about the little craft; they say in the auld country, 'tis a wise bairn who kens his father, and I say it is a wise father who kens his ain bairn, and ye may een make what you will from that. But it will be a long yarn, and you had as well get something aboard your stomach."