“His false and early love for one sinless maiden he had ruined came next in view.
“Following in the train of chiding phantoms wept his injured wife!
“He ground his teeth most horribly, but laughed with demoniacal scorn!
“The moon still lit his features.
“Even in sleep, the spy has told me, his face assumed a look of intense horror and surprise.
“He clutched the clothes convulsively, and shrieked out aloud,
“‘My father! my father!’ and jumped from the bed in fright.
“‘Where am I? Tell me. Fanny!—my wife! No, no; I didn’t do it! It cannot be!’ and he fell, gasping, upon the floor.
“‘What a fool I am,’ said Phillip, with a laugh, when he had recovered his senses, ‘what a fool I am to think of such things—such childish, silly fancies as dreams! Yet that cursed figure haunts me—yes, everywhere, and I suffer all the torments of the damned. Where’s the brandy? that’s the thing!’
“Thus he raved, but he little thought one of my men was concealed in the chamber, and saw and heard all.