Chapter 19 AMONG THE SHADOWS.

When no more the shattered senses round the throne of reason dwell,

Thinking every sight a specter, every sound a passing bell;

When the mortal desolation falleth on the soul like rain,

And the wild hell-phantoms dance and revel in the human brain.

Philip Stanhope Worsely.

It was nearly dinner-time when Erle reached Redmond Hall; Sir