September 7, 1849.--[This part begins with a long account of her escape, her fortunes at Holby and London, and her recapture, which is here omitted, as it would be to a large extent a repetition of what has already been stated.]--After Brandon left me my heart still throbbed with the fierce impulse which he had imparted to it. For the remainder of the day I was upheld by a sort of consciousness of his presence. I felt as though he had only left me in person and had surrounded me in some way with his mysterious protection. Night came, and with the night came gloom. What availed his promise? Could he prevent what I feared? What power could he possibly have in this house? I felt deserted, and my old despair returned. In the morning I happened to cross the hall to go to Mrs. Compton’s room, when, to my amazement, I saw standing outside the Hindu Asgeelo. Had I seen Brandon himself I could scarcely have been more amazed or overjoyed. He looked at me with a warning gesture. “How did you get here?” I whispered. “My master sent me.” A thrill passed through my veins. “Do not fear,” he said, and walked mysteriously away. I asked Mrs. Compton who he was, and she said he was a new servant whom _He_ had just hired. She knew nothing more of him. September 12.--A week has passed. Thus far I have been left alone. Perhaps they do not know what to do with me. Perhaps they are busy arranging some dark plan. Can I trust? Oh, Help of the helpless, save me! Asgeelo is here--but what can one man do? At best he can only report to his master my agony or my death. May that Death soon come. Kindly will I welcome him. September 15.--Things are certainly different here from what they used to be. The servants take pains to put themselves in my way, so as to show me profound respect. What is the meaning of this? Once or twice I have met them in the hall and have marked their humble bearing. Is it mockery? Or is it intended to entrap me? I will not trust any of them. Is it possible that this can be Brandon’s mysterious power? Impossible. It is rather a trick to win my confidence: But if so, why? They do not need to trick me. I am at their mercy. I am at their mercy, and am without defense. What will become of me? What is to be my fate? Philips has been as devoted as ever. He leaves me flowers every day. He tries to show sympathy. At least I have two friends here--Philips and Asgeelo. But Philips is timid, and Asgeelo is only one against a crowd. There is Vijal--but I have not seen him. September 25--To-day in my closet I found a number of bottles of different kinds of medicine, used while I was sick. Two of these attracted my attention. Once was labeled “_Laudanum_,” another was labeled “_Hydrocyanic Acid--Poison._” I suppose they used these drugs for my benefit at that time. The sight of them gave me more joy than any thing else that I could have found. When the time comes which I dread I shall not be without resource. _These shall save me._