haps that knowledge enabled him not to reveal by outward sign what must have passed within during the awful trial of that moment.
"It is a dreadful tale," he said, "if true; dreadful to me, so nearly allied to that family. But, as yet I grapple with shadows."
"What! does not your conscience now convict you?" cried Walter, staggered by the calmness of the prisoner. But here, Lester, who could no longer contain himself, interposed; he put by his nephew, and rushing to Aram, fell, weeping, upon his neck.
"I do not accuse thee, Eugene—my son—my son—I feel—I know thou art innocent of this monstrous crime; some horrid delusion darkens that poor boy's sight. You—you—who would walk aside to save a worm!" and the poor old man, overcome with his emotions, could literally say no more.
Aram looked down on Lester with a compassionate expression, and soothing him with kind words, and promises that all would be explained,
