myself. Suddenly, and in the very midst of this agony, I fall into a
heavy sleep; then come strange bewildering dreams, with Volktman's
daughter for ever presiding over them; but with a changed countenance,
calm, unutterably calm, and gazing on me with eyes that burn into my soul.
The dream fades, I wake with the morning, but exhausted and enfeebled. I
have consulted physicians; I have taken drugs; but I cannot break the
spell--the previous horror and the after-dreams. And just now, Constance,
just now--you see the window is open to the park, the gate of the garden
is unclosed; I happened to lift my eyes, and lo! gazing upon me in the
sickly moonlight, was the countenance of my dreams--Lucilla's, but how
altered! Merciful Heaven! is it a mockery, or can the living Lucilla
really be in England? and have these visions, these terrors been part of
that mysterious sympathy which united us ever, and which her father
predicted should cease but with our lives?"

The emotions of Godolphin were so rarely visible, and in the present
instance they were so unaffected, and so roused, that Constance could not
summon courage to soothe, to cheer him; she herself was alarmed and
shocked, and glanced fearfully towards the window, lest the apparition he
had spoken of should reappear. All without was still, not a leaf stirred
on the trees in the Mall; no human figure was to be seen. She turned
again to Godolphin, and kissed the drops from his brow, and pressed his
cheek to her bosom.

"I have a presentiment," said he, "that something dreadful will happen
shortly. I feel as if I were near some great crisis of my life; and as if
I were about to step from the bright and palpable world into regions of
cloud and dark ness. Constance, strange misgivings as to my choice in my
past life haunt and perplex me. I have sought only the present; I have
adjured all toil, all ambition, and laughed at the future; my hand has