4. MARCH THE THIRTIETH. DAYBREAKThe third and last instance of Cytherea's subjection to those
periodic terrors of the night which had emphasized her connection
with the Aldclyffe name and blood occurred at the present date.
It was about four o'clock in the morning when Cytherea, though
most probably dreaming, seemed to awake—and instantly was
transfixed by a sort of spell, that had in it more of awe than of
affright. At the foot of her bed, looking her in the face with an
expression of entreaty beyond the power of words to portray, was
the form of Miss Aldclyffe—wan and distinct. No motion was
perceptible in her; but longing—earnest longing—was written in
every feature.
Cytherea believed she exercised her waking judgment as usual in
thinking, without a shadow of doubt, that Mis
