"Yes—at what hour?" demanded the surgeon, the slow solemnity of his tone changing to a strange rapidity of utterance: "was it not a little before midnight?"
"Sir—what do you mean? why do you question me thus?"
"On that night," continued the surgeon, gazing fixedly upon Ellen's countenance, "a man with his eyes blind-folded—"
"His eyes blindfolded?" repeated Ellen mechanically, while a fearful shudder passed through her frame.
"Led by a servant wearing a black veil—"
"A black veil?"
"Entered this room—"
"Ah! my God—spare me!"
"And delivered a lady of a male child."
"How do you know it, sir? who told you?"