As Mistress Nutter returned to the fireplace, a plaintive cry arose from it, and starting—­for the sound revived terrible memories within her breast—­she beheld the ineffaceable stains upon the flag traced out by blue phosphoric fire, while above them hovered the shape of a bleeding infant.  Horror-stricken, she averted her gaze, but it encountered another object, equally appalling—­her husband’s portrait; or rather, it would seem, a phantom in its place; for the eyes, lighted up by infernal fire, glared at her from beneath the frowning and contracted brows, while the hand significantly pointed to the hearthstone, on which the sanguinary stains had now formed themselves into the fatal word “VENGEANCE!”

In a few minutes the fiery characters died away, and the portrait resumed its wonted expression; but ere Mistress Nutter had recovered from her terror the back of the fireplace opened, and a tall swarthy man stepped out from it.  As he appeared, a flash of lightning illumined the chamber, and revealed his fiendish countenance.  On seeing him, the lady immediately regained her courage, and addressed him in a haughty and commanding tone—­

“Why this intrusion?  I did not summon thee, and do not require thee.”

“You are mistaken, madam,” he replied; “you had never more occasion for me than at this moment; and, so far from intruding upon you, I have avoided coming near you, even though enjoined to do so by my lord.  He is perfectly aware of the change which has just taken place in your opinions, and the anxiety you now feel to break the contract you have entered into with him, and which he has scrupulously fulfilled on his part; but he wishes you distinctly to understand, that he has no intention of abandoning his claims upon you, but will most assuredly enforce them at the proper time.  I need not remind you that your term draws to a close, and ere many months must expire; but means of extending it have been offered you, if you choose to avail yourself of them.”

“I have no such intention,” replied Mistress Nutter, in a decided tone.

“So be it, madam,” replied the other; “but you will not preserve your daughter, who is in the hands of a tried and faithful servant of my lord, and what you hesitate to do that servant will perform, and so reap the benefit of the sacrifice.”

“Not so,” rejoined Mistress Nutter.

“I say yea,” retorted the familiar.

“Thou art my slave, I command thee to bring Alizon hither at once.”

The familiar shook his head.

“Thou refusest!” cried Mistress Nutter, menacingly.

“Knows’t thou not I have the means of chastising thee?”

“You had, madam,” replied the other; “but the moment a thought of penitence crossed your breast, the power you were invested with departed.  My lord, however, is willing to give you an hour of grace, when, if you voluntarily renew your oaths to him, he will accept them, and place me at your disposal once more; but if you still continue obstinate—­”