"His wife!" repeated I, starting and staring wildly.
'Yes, the lovely Elenora.'
"Elenora the wife of Philippe! no, 'tis not to be believed (exclaimed I); I see (endeavouring to shake him from me) you are but a sanctified villain, and in league with the rest to deceive me!"
'I know not what you mean (said he); I know nothing of any deceit that has been practised on you. Elenora was, by the holy cross I swear, (and he touched that which hung beside him the wife of your brother.)'
"I could no longer doubt his truth; a confused idea of treachery, of a snare having been spread to involve my unhappy brother and self in destruction, darted into my mind; all hell seemed opening to my view; I grew giddy, and would have fallen, but for the supporting arm of the monk.
'You are ill (said he); let me call for assistance.'
"No (replied I, exerting myself), I am now better. Tell me, ere I enter the castle,
