. Jo, it o snoorm continued all nig day a keen  impassable. I ter, laid a mat to to prevent t, trimmed my fire, and after sitting nearly an ening to tempest, I lit a candle, took down “Marmion,” and beginning—

    “Day set on Norled steep,

    And tweed’s fair river broad and deep,

    And C’s mountains lone;

    tohe donjon keep,

    t round them sweep,

    In yellore shone”—

    I soon forgot storm in music.

    I , s . Joing tc of tood before me: t covered all figure all  in consternation, so little ed any guest from t night.

    “Any ill news?” I demanded. “hing happened?”

    “No.  up against tos.

    “I sy of your floor,” said  you must excuse me for once.” to get  took me up to t; e soft yet.”

    “But w forbear saying.

    “Ratable question to put to a visitor; but since you ask it, I anso tle talk  tired of my mute books and empty rooms. Besides, since yesterday I ement of a person to  to he sequel.”

    doerday, and really I began to fear s ouced insanity: I  ured face of  did just no s grieved me to discover trace of care or sorroed, expecting  least compre   struck me t ed like y came over my : I o say—

    “I oo bad t you se alone; and you are recklessly ras your own h.”

    “Not at all,” said  do you see amiss in me?”

    tracted indifference, ude  least in his opinion, wholly superfluous. I was silenced.

    ill sloe; t urgent to say sometly if  any cold draughe door, which was behind him.

    “No, no