seemed to collect together for the purpose of proving that which, even when proved, was contrary to all his notions of Heaven, and at variance with all that was recorded and established is part and parcel of the system of nature. "I cannot deny," he said, when they had reached home, "that such things are possible; but the probability will not bear a moment's investigation." "There are more things," said Marchdale, solemnly, "in Heaven, and on earth, than are dreamed of in our philosophy." "There are indeed, it appears," said Mr. Chillingworth. "And are you a convert?" said Henry, turning to him. "A convert to what?" "To a belief in--in--these vampyres?" "I? No, indeed; if you were to shut me up in a room full of vampyres, I would tell them all to their teeth that I defied them." "But after what we have seen tonight?" "What have we seen?" "You are yourself a witness." "True; I saw a man lying down, and then I saw a man get up; he seemed then to be shot, but whether he was or not he only knows; and then I saw him walk off in a desperate hurry. Beyond that, I saw nothing." "Yes; but, taking such circumstances into combination with others, have you not a terrible fear of the truth of the dreadful appearance?" "No--no; on my soul, no. I will die in my disbelief of such an outrage upon Heaven as one of these creatures would most assuredly be." "Oh! that I could think like you; but the circumstance strikes too nearly to my heart." "Be of better cheer, Henry--be of better cheer," said Marchdale; "there is one circumstance which we ought to consider, it is that, from all we have seen, there seems to be some things which would favour an opinion, Henry, that your ancestor, whose portrait hangs in the chamber which was occupied by Flora, is the vampyre." "The dress was the same," said Henry. "I noted it was."