“Ah! could he tear himself from a spot where morning and night he could see afar, amidst the valley, the roof that sheltered Leoline, and on which every copse, every turf, reminded him of former days?
“His solitary life, his midnight vigils, strange scrolls about his chamber, obtained him by degrees the repute of cultivating the darker arts; and, shunning, he became shunned by all.
“One night, when Lord Warbeck sat lonely in his chamber, dreaming of the past, the bell at the outer gate began to toll.
“He listened.
“Again and again its solemn sounds struck ominously upon his ear.
“He had never before in all his life heard such a dismal, mournful sound.
“The gate-keeper went out to ascertain the cause, but could see no one about.
“He even went up into the bell-tower.
“But just as he got there the bell ceased tolling; but even then shook to and fro.
“He was about to leave when again it tolled.