usually occupied, Ravenswood stopped short on the threshold.
"Not here," said he, sternly; "show me the room in which my father died; the room in which she slept the night they were at the castle."
"Who, sir?" said Caleb, too terrified to preserve his presence of mind.
"She, "Lucy Ashton!—would you kill me, old man, by forcing me to repeat her name?"
Caleb would have said something of the disrepair of the chamber, but was silenced by the irritable impatience which was expressed in his master's countenance; he lighted the way trembling and in silence, placed the lamp on the table of the deserted room, and was about to attempt some arrangement of the bed, when his master bid him begone in a tone that admitted of no delay. The old man retired, not to rest, but to prayer; and from time to time crept to the door of the apartment,
