Castle—a stillness, however, which was soon interrupted by the wind, that had now increased to a tremendous degree. Sometimes it howled dismally through the long galleries; sometimes came in such sudden squalls against the doors, that it almost burst them open, whilst the forest was heard groaning beneath its fury; and ever and anon loose stones came tumbling from the battlements of the Castle.
The dejection of Madeline's heart returned—a dejection, which the account she received of her friend had a little dissipated, and with it a terror she could not suppress; she laid down the cup of wine, and casting her eyes upon her companions, perceived, by their countenances, they were equally affected.
"How mournfully the wind howls (said Agatha, in a low voice); the Lord have mercy (devoutly crossing herself) upon all who are at sea! many a stout heart will go
