CHAPTER XIV

Call up him, that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold. MILTON On the following morning, as Emily sat in the parlour adjoining the library, reflecting on the scene of the preceding night, Annette rushed wildly into the room, and, without speaking, sunk breathless into a chair. It was some time before she could answer the anxious enquiries of Emily, as to the occasion of her emotion, but, at length, she exclaimed, “I have seen his ghost, madam, I have seen his ghost!” “Who do you mean?” sai…