“Thou hearest that lament,” said my associate.
“I hear. Shall we despair? Never, while human woes require our aid. Never, until success attend our efforts,” said I.
At my suggestion, my associate made a noise, which attracted the attention of the nobleman, as he was called. It was made by removing a piece of wrought iron, resembling a broken knife, which rested over a window.
“What is that?” said he.
The wife, whose name was Mary, said, “I see nothing.”
The same noise was repeated.
“Do you hear that?” said the nobleman.
“Yes; I hear a rattle of the window,” replied Mary.
“That was not the window,” said he.
Stepping to the window, he placed his hand upon it, and said, “The window is firm, perhaps it was the old iron.”