and were infallibly to insure salvation to him who scrupulously observed their commands.
Master Zacharius, intoxicated with joy, went forward to take possession of the clock, when a frightful roar of laughter resounded behind him. He turned, and by the light of a smoky lamp recognized the little old man of Geneva. "You here?" cried he.
Gerande was afraid. She drew closer to Aubert.
"Good day, Master Zacharius," said the monster.
"Who are you?"
"Signer Pittonaccio, at your service! You have come to give me your daughter! You have remembered my words,—' Gerande will not wed Aubert."
The young apprentice rushed upon Pittonaccio, who escaped from him like a shadow.
"Stop, Aubert!" cried Master Zacharius.
"Good night," said Pittonaccio; and he disappeared.
"My father, let us fly from this hateful place!" cried Gerande. "My father!"
Master Zacharius was no longer there. He was pursuing the phantom of Pittonaccio across the rickety corridors. Scholastique, Gerande, and Aubert remained, speechless and fainting, in the large gloomy hall. The young girl had fallen upon a stone seat; the old servant knelt beside her and prayed; Aubert remained erect watching his betrothed. Pale lights wandered in the darkness, and the silence was only broken by the movements of the little animals which range among old wood, and the noise of which marks the hours of "the clock of death."
When daylight came, they ventured upon the endless staircase which wound beneath these ruined masses; for two hours they wandered thus, without meeting a living soul, and hearing only a far-off echo responding to their cries. Sometimes they found themselves buried a hundred feet below the ground, and sometimes they reached places whence they could overlook the surrounding mountains.
Chance brought them at last back again to the vast hall, which had sheltered them during this night of anguish. It was no longer empty. Master Zacharius and Pittonaccio were talking there together, the one upright and rigid as a corpse, the other crouching over a marble table.
