should awaken or assist, by some name, phrase, or anecdote, the
slumbering train of association. He suffered, indeed, during the
whole scene the agonies which he so richly deserved; yet his pride
and interest, like the fortitude of a North American Indian,
manned him to sustain the tortures inflicted at once by the
contending stings of a guilty conscience, of hatred, of fear, and
of suspicion.

'I wish to ask the name, sir,' said Bertram, 'of the family to
whom this stately ruin belongs.'

'It is my property, sir; my name is Glossin.'

'Glossin--Glossin?' repeated Bertram, as if the answer were
somewhat different from what he expected. 'I beg your pardon, Mr.
Glossin; I am apt to be very absent. May I ask if the castle has
been long in your family?'

'It was built, I believe, long ago by a family called Mac-
Dingawaie,' answered Glossin, suppressing for obvious reasons the
more familiar sound of Bertram, which might have awakened the
recollections which he was anxious to lull to rest, and slurring
with an evasive answer the question concerning the endurance of
his own possession.

'And how do you read the half-defaced motto, sir,' said Bertram,
'which is upon that scroll above the entablature with the arms?'

'I--I--I really do not exactly know,' replied Glossin.