During the latter part of the conversation, and when it turned upon the arrest of Jennet and her mother, the expression of the child’s countenance, malicious enough to begin with, became desperately malignant, and she was only restrained by certain signs from the cat, which appeared to be intelligible to her, from some act of mischief.  At last even this failed, and before the animal could descend and check her, she crept round the bole of the tree, so as to bring herself close to Richard, and muttering a spell, made one or two passes behind his back, touched him with the point of her finger, but so lightly that he was unconscious of the pressure, and then hastily retreated with the cat, who glared furiously at her from his flaming orbs.

It was at the moment she touched him that Richard felt as if an arrow were quivering in his heart.

Poor Dorothy’s alarm was so great that she could not even scream for assistance, and she feared, if she quitted her brother, he would expire before her return; but the agony, though great, was speedily over, and as the spasm ceased, he looked up, and, with a faint smile, strove to re-assure her.

“Do not be alarmed,” he said; “it is nothing—­a momentary faintness—­that is all.”

But the damp upon his brow, and the deathly hue of his cheek, contradicted the assertion, and showed how much he had endured.  “It was more than momentary faintness, dear Richard,” replied Dorothy.  “It was a frightful seizure—­so frightful that I almost feared; but no matter—­you know I am easily alarmed.  Thank God! here is some colour coming into your cheeks.  You are better now, I see.  Lean upon me, and let us return to the house.”

“I can walk unassisted,” said Richard, rising with an effort.

“Do not despise my feeble aid,” replied Dorothy, taking his arm under her own.  “You will be quite well soon.”

“I am quite well now,” said Richard, halting after he had advanced a few paces, “The attack is altogether passed.  Do you not see Alizon coming towards us?  Not a word of this sudden seizure to her.  Do you mind, Dorothy?”

Alizon was soon close behind them, and though, in obedience to Richard’s injunctions, no allusion was made to his recent illness, she at once perceived he was suffering greatly, and with much solicitude inquired into the cause.  Richard avoided giving a direct answer, and, immediately entering upon Nicholas’s visit, tried to divert her attention from himself.

So great a change had been wrought in Alizon’s appearance and manner during the last few weeks, that she could scarcely be recognised.  Still beautiful as ever, her beauty had lost its earthly character, and had become in the highest degree spiritualised and refined.  Humility of deportment and resignation of look, blended with an expression of religious fervour, gave her the appearance of one of the early martyrs.  Unremitting ardour in the pursuance of her devotional