intentions!"

"Heaven nor Hell shall impede my designs," said Manfred, advancing
again to seize the Princess.

At that instant the portrait of his grandfather, which hung over
the bench where they had been sitting, uttered a deep sigh, and
heaved its breast.

Isabella, whose back was turned to the picture, saw not the motion,
nor knew whence the sound came, but started, and said -

"Hark, my Lord! What sound was that?" and at the same time made
towards the door.

Manfred, distracted between the flight of Isabella, who had now
reached the stairs, and yet unable to keep his eyes from the
picture, which began to move, had, however, advanced some steps
after her, still looking backwards on the portrait, when he saw it
quit its panel, and descend on the floor with a grave and
melancholy air.

"Do I dream?" cried Manfred, returning; "or are the devils
themselves in league against me? Speak, internal spectre! Or, if
thou art my grandsire, why dost thou too conspire against thy
wretched descendant, who too dearly pays for--" Ere he could
finish the sentence, the vision sighed again, and made a sign to
Manfred to follow him.

"Lead on!" cried Manfred; "I will follow thee to the gulf of