"No, no, not yet!" burst at length from the lips of the
agonised woman, as she shrank from the rude but
well-intentioned touch of the sympathising assistants,
who had promptly answered the signal; then, as if obeying
some new direction of her feelings, some new impulse of
her grief, she liberated herself from the slight grasp
of Captain Blessington, turned suddenly round, and, before
any one could anticipate the movement, entered an opening
on the piazza, raised the latch of a door situated at
its extremity, and was, in the next instant, in the
apartment of the younger De Haldimar.
The scene that met the eyes of the officers, who now
followed close after her, was one well calculated to make
an impression on the hearts even of the most insensible.
In the despair and recklessness of her extreme sorrow,
the young wife of Halloway had already thrown herself
upon her knees at the bedside of the sick officer; and,
with her hands upraised and firmly clasped together, was
now supplicating him in tones, contrasting singularly in
their gentleness with the depth of the sorrow that had
rendered her thus regardless of appearances, and insensible
to observation.
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