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      "Is it not very, very dreadful?"

      "Hush—hush! Calm yourself, dearest, calm yourself. Recollect that all we have to go upon in this matter is a resemblance, which, after all, may be accidental. But leave it all to me, and be assured that now I have some clue to this affair, I will not lose sight of it, or of Sir Francis Varney."

      So saying, Charles surrendered Flora to the care of her mother, and then was hastening back to the summer-house, when he met the whole party coming towards the Hall, for the rain was each moment increasing in intensity.

      "We are returning," remarked Sir Francis Varney, with a half bow and a smile, to Charles.

      "Allow me," said Henry, "to introduce you, Mr. Holland, to our neighbour, Sir Francis Varney."

      Charles felt himself compelled to behave with courtesy, although his mind was so full of conflicting feelings as regarded Varney; but there was no avoiding, without such brutal rudeness as was inconsistent with all his pursuits and habits, replying in something like the same strain to the extreme courtly politeness of the supposed vampyre.

      "I will watch him closely," thought Charles. "I can do no more than watch him closely."

      Sir Francis Varney seemed to be a man of the most general and discursive information. He talked fluently and pleasantly upon all sorts of topics, and notwithstanding he could not but have heard what Flora had said of him, he asked no questions whatever upon that subject.

      This silence as regarded a matter which would at once have induced some sort of inquiry from any other man, Charles felt told much against him, and he trembled to believe for a moment that, after all, it really might be true.

      "Is he a vampyre?" he asked himself. "Are there vampyres, and is this man of fashion—this courtly, talented, educated gentleman one?" It was a perfectly hideous question.

      "You are charmingly situated here," remarked Varney, as, after ascending the few steps that led to the hall door, he turned and looked at the view from that slight altitude.

      "The place has been much esteemed," said Henry, "for its picturesque beauties of scenery."

      "And well it may be. I trust, Mr. Holland, the young lady is much better?"

      "She is, sir," said Charles.

      "I was not honoured by an introduction."

      "It was my fault," said Henry, who spoke to his extraordinary guest with an air of forced hilarity. "It was my fault for not introducing you to my sister."

      "And that was your sister?"

      "It was, sir."

      "Report has not belied her—she is beautiful. But she looks rather pale, I thought. Has she bad health?"

      "The best of health."

      "Indeed! Perhaps the little disagreeable circumstance, which is made so much food for gossip in the neighbourhood, has affected her spirits?"

      "It has."

      "You allude to the supposed visit here of a vampyre?" said Charles, as he fixed his eyes upon Varney's face.

      "Yes, I allude to the supposed appearance of a supposed vampyre in this family," said Sir Francis Varney, as he returned the earnest gaze of Charles, with such unshrinking assurance, that the young man was compelled, after about a minute, nearly to withdraw his own eyes.

      "He will not be cowed," thought Charles. "Use has made him familiar to such cross-questioning."

      It appeared now suddenly to occur to Henry that he had said something at Varney's own house which should have prevented him from coming to the Hall, and he now remarked—

      "We scarcely expected the pleasure of your company here, Sir Francis Varney."

      "Oh, my dear sir, I am aware of that; but you roused my curiosity. You mentioned to me that there was a portrait here amazingly like me."

      "Did I?"

      "Indeed you did, or how could I know it? I wanted to see if the resemblance was so perfect."

      "Did you hear, sir," added Henry, "that my sister was alarmed at your likeness to that portrait?"

      "No, really."

      "I pray you walk in, and we will talk more at large upon that matter."

      "With great pleasure. One leads a monotonous life in the country, when compared with the brilliancy of a court existence. Just now I have no particular engagement. As we are near neighbours I see no reason why we should not be good friends, and often interchange such civilities as make up the amenities of existence, and which, in the country, more particularly, are valuable."

      Henry could not be hypocrite enough to assent to this; but still, under the present aspect of affairs, it was impossible to return any but a civil reply; so he said—

      "Oh, yes, of course—certainly. My time is very much occupied, and my sister and mother see no company."

      "Oh, now, how wrong."

      "Wrong, sir?"

      "Yes, surely. If anything more than another tends to harmonize individuals, it is the society of that fairer half of the creation which we love for their very foibles. I am much attached to the softer sex—to young persons full of health. I like to see the rosy checks, where the warm blood mantles in the superficial veins, and all is loveliness and life."

      Charles shrank back, and the word "Demon" unconsciously escaped his lips.

      Sir Francis took no manner of notice of the expression, but went on talking, as if he had been on the very happiest terms with every one present.

      "Will you follow me, at once, to the chamber where the portrait hangs," said Henry, "or will you partake of some refreshment first?"

      "No refreshment for me," said Varney. "My dear friend, if you will permit me to call you such, this is a time of the day at which I never do take any refreshment."

      "Nor at any other," thought Henry.

      They all went to the chamber where Charles had passed one very disagreeable night, and when they arrived, Henry pointed to the portrait on the panel, saying—

      "There, Sir Francis Varney, is your likeness."

      He

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