| There's ae thing yet; there's twa things yet, |
| To brag on that ye know; |
| They never, never failed a friend, |
| And never feared a foe.—Nicoll. |
We left Sybil sleeping on her sylvan couch, in the cavern chamber of her nameless hostess. She slept on as they sleep who, being completely conquered by mental and bodily fatigue, surrender unconditionally to Nature's great restorer.
Late in the afternoon she awoke, much refreshed in mind and body, though at first somewhat confused as to her "local habitation." But the voice of her strange hostess at once restored her memory and self-possession.
"You have slept long and well," said the girl. "I have been in here half a dozen times at least to look at you, and always found you fast asleep. You never even changed your position. I think you must feel much better."
"I feel very well, thank you, if only I could hear from my husband," replied Sybil.
"Always the same subject! that is stupid and tiresome. But I can tell you about your husband. He is just now at the Haunted Chapel, waiting for the constables to go away, so that he may resume his search for you."
"Poor Lyon! But how do you know this?"
"Moloch, who has just come in, told me."
"'Moloch!' You have mentioned that name several times. Who is Moloch?"
"The lieutenant of the band. Belial is the adjutant. Satan is the captain, but we seldom see him. He is a very fine gentleman, of the very first society. I have no doubt that you have met him often in the drawing-rooms, of wealth and fashion."