calling Francis, obliged the old man to hasten away, though by his earnest look and the motion of his lips he appeared about to say something interesting. Ferdinand was vexed at the interruption, and retired to his apartment, not to sleep, but fixed himself again to the window, that he might more distinctly hear the cries, should they be again repeated.
The more he reflected on this man's conversation and behaviour, the more extraordinary and inconsistent it appeared. On their first interview there seemed more of melancholy than ferocity in his manners, and he had blamed the late Count for his rashness. He had given traits of sensibility and humanity; yet in a late conversation he had advised revenge, and seemed animated by rage to a degree of fury in his looks. He had said, on his entering the Castle a second time, "that his confidence should not be a partial one;" yet his secrets were more guarded than ever, nor was there any probability that he would be more communicative.
