"You are right for once in a way, Charley."
"What was it that alarmed you?" said Charles, tenderly, as he now took one of Flora's hands in his.
"Varney—Varney, the vampyre."
"Varney!" exclaimed Henry; "Varney here!"
"Yes, he came in at that door: and when I screamed, I suppose—for I hardly was conscious—he darted out through the window."
"This," said Henry, "is beyond all human patience. By Heaven! I cannot and will not endure it."
"It shall be my quarrel," said Charles; "I shall go at once and defy him. He shall meet me."
"Oh, no, no, no," said Flora, as she clung convulsively to Charles. "No, no; there is a better way."
"What way?"
"The place has become full of terrors. Let us leave it. Let him, as he wishes, have it."