CHAPTER XIX.
FLORA IN HER CHAMBER.—HER FEARS.—THE MANUSCRIPT.—AN ADVENTURE.
Henry found Flora in her chamber. She was in deep thought when he tapped at the door of the room, and such was the state of nervous excitement in which she was that even the demand for admission made by him to the room was sufficient to produce from her a sudden cry of alarm.
“Who—who is there?” she then said, in accents full of terror.
“’Tis I, dear Flora,” said Henry.
She opened the door in an instant, and, with a feeling of grateful relief, exclaimed—
“Oh, Henry, is it only you?”
“Who did you suppose it was, Flora?”
She shuddered.
“I—I—do not know; but I am so foolish now, and so weak-spirited, that the slightest noise is enough to alarm me.”
“You must, dear Flora, fight up, as I had hoped you were doi
