come upon me.—You had better sleep on the couch by my bed to-night; I may want my drops in the night time.—What o'clock is it?
Pry. (looking at a watch.) Mercy on us! it's just the very time when it begins.—What's that? (alarmed.)
Lady S. Nothing: I heard nothing. (a long pause; then a deep groan is heard from the bottom of the stage.) Come, come! stand closer to me Pry. (taking hold of Pry.) It had a strange, hollow, unnatural sound.
Pry. Yes; just like a body speaking out of a coffin.
(A pause, and then a second groan is heard, louder than the first.)
Lady S. Stand closer still, I beseech you: that was horrible! (putting out her hand, trembling) Whe—whe—where is the bell-rope?
Pry. O la! you know well enough it hangs in the other end of the room.
Lady S. Go pull it then: pull it violently. (Pry hesitates, and seems every unwilling to go) Go, I say!
(Pry goes; and as she is half way across the room, another groan, followed by a terrible howl, is heard, and she runs back again to Lady Sarah.)