urest gratitude, I spoke enthusiastically of his having
saved my life, he smiled malignantly; and, in fact, his whole conduct
was that of an incomprehensible eccentric.

"After a halt of eight-and-forty hours for rest, Bogislav marched off
again, and I went with him. We were delighted when we turned our backs
on the strange old-world place, which now looked to me like some
gloomy, uncanny prison-house. But now, Dagobert, do you go on, for it
is quite your turn to continue the account of the rest of the strange
adventures which we have met with."

"How," began Dagobert, "can we doubt, and hesitate to believe in, the
marvellous power of foreboding, and fore-knowing, events which lie so
deep in man's nature? I never believed that my friend was dead. That
Spirit or Intelligence (call it whatever you choose) which speaks to
us, comprehensibly, from out our own selves, in our dreams, told me
that Moritz was alive, and that, somehow and somewhere, he was being
held fast in bonds of some most mysterious nature. Angelica's relations
with the Count cut me to the heart; and when, some little time ago, I
came here and found her in a peculiar condition, which, I am obliged to
say, caused me an inward horror (because I seemed to see, as in a magic
mirror, some terrible mysterious secret), there ripened in me a resolve
that I would go on a pilgrimage, by land and water, until I should find
my friend Moritz. I say not a word of my delight when I found him, on
German ground, at A----, and in the company of General von S----en.

"All the furies of hell awoke in his breast when he heard of Angelica's
betrothal to the Count; but all his execrations and heart-breaking
lamentations at her unfaithfulness to him were silenced when I told
him of certain ideas which I had formed, and assured him that it
was in his power to set the whole matter straight in a moment. General
von Se----en shuddered when I mentioned the Count's name to him, and
when, at his desire, I described his face, figure, and appearance, he
cried, 'Yes, there can be no further doubt. He is the very man!'"

"You will be surprised," here interrupted the General, "to hear me say
that this Count S----i, many years ago, in Naples, carried away from
me, by means of diabolical arts, a lady whom I deeply and fondly loved.
At the very instant when I ran my sword through his body, both she and
I were seized upon by a hellish illusion which parted us for ever. I
have long known that t