"
"Who are those men?" she said, not heeding him, "and who - ah,
great Heaven! What is that?"
In looking round, she had met Hubert face to face. She knew that
that face was her own; and, with a horror stamped on every
feature that no words can depict, she fell back, with a terrible
scream and was dead!
Sir Norman was so shocked by the suddenness of the last
catastrophe, that, for some time, he could not realize that she
had actually expired, until he bent over her, and placed his ear
to her lips. No breath was there; no pulse stirred in that
fierce heart - the Midnight Queen was indeed dead!
"Oh, this is fearful!" exclaimed Sir Norman, pale and horrified.
"The sight of Hubert, and his wonderful resemblance to her, has
completed what her wound and this excitement began. Her last is
breathed on earth!"
"Peace be with her!" said the count, removing his hat, which, up
to the present, he had worn. "And now, Sir Norman, if we are to
keep our engagement at sunrise, we had better be on the move;
for, unless I am greatly mistaken, the sky is already grey with
day-dawn."
"What are your commands?" asked Sir Norman, turning away, with a
sigh, from the beautiful form already stiffening in death.
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