“May God have mercy on his soul!” fervently exclaimed Lady Maude.
“Amen,” sadly and solemnly responded her husband.
Both arose. At the same moment the door opened and Ray appeared, holding the pale and agitated Erminie by the hand.
“Your father and mother, Erminie,” he briefly said, as he again went out and closed the door.
And in the dread, chilling presence of the dead, the long-divided parents and child were reunited at last!
CHAPTER XXXIX.
THE DAWN OF A BRIGHTER DAY.
“Thoughts that frown upon our mirth Will smile upon our sorrow; And many dark fears of to-day May be bright hopes to-morrow.” —Pinckney.
That same night, within that same hour, when her son lay cold and stark in the room below, the fierce, turbulent spirit of the gipsy queen passed away.