“Speak not thus—­not of this, Ralph, if you would not have me perish.  I am fearfully sick now, my head swims, and all is commotion at my heart.  Not water—­not water—­give me hope—­consolation.  Tell me that there is still some chance—­some little prospect—­that some noble people are striving in your cause—­that somebody is gone in search of evidence—­in search of hope.  Is there no circumstance which may avail?  Said you not something of—­did you not tell me of a person who could say for you that which would have done much towards your escape?  A woman, was it not—­speak, who is she—­let me go to her—­she will not refuse to tell me all, and do all, if she be a woman.”

Ralph assured her in the gentlest manner of the hopelessness of any such application; and the momentary dream which her own desires had conjured into a promise, as suddenly subsided, leaving her to a full consciousness of her desolation.  Her father at length found it necessary to abridge the interview.  Every moment of its protraction seemed still more to unsettle the understanding of his daughter.  She spoke wildly and confusedly, and in that thought of separation which the doom of her lover perpetually forced upon her, she contemplated, in all its fearful extremities, her own.  She was borne away half delirious—­the feeling of wo something blunted, however, by the mental unconsciousness following its realization.

Private apartments were readily found them in the village, and having provided good attendance for his daughter, Colonel Colleton set out, though almost entirely hopeless, to ascertain still farther the particulars of the case, and to see what might be done in behalf of one of whose innocence he felt perfectly assured.  He knew Ralph too well to suspect him of falsehood; and the clear narrative which he had given, and the manly and unhesitating account of all particulars having any bearing on the case which had fallen from his lips, he knew, from all his previous high-mindedness of character, might safely be relied on.  Assured of this himself, he deemed it not improbable that something might undergo development, in a course of active inquiry, which might tend to the creation of a like conviction in the minds of those in whom rested the control of life and judgment.

His first visit was to the lawyer, from whom, however, he could procure nothing, besides being compelled, without possibility of escape, to listen to a long string of reproaches against his nephew.

“I could, and would have saved him, Colonel Colleton, if the power were in mortal,” was the self-sufficient speech of the little man; “but he would not—­he broke in upon me when the very threshold was to be passed, and just as I was upon it.  Things were in a fair train, and all might have gone well but for his boyish interruption.  I would have come over the jury with a settler.  I would have made out a case, sir, for their consideration, which every man of them would have believed he himself