“ My gracious Lord,” said Jaquez, “if it please your Highness to hear me; Diego and I, according to your Highness’s orders, went to search for the young Lady; but being comprehensive that we might meet the ghost of my young Lord, your Highness’s son, God rest his soul, as he has not received Christian burial—”
“ Sot!” cried Manfred in a rage; “is it only a ghost, then, that thou hast seen?”
“ Oh! worse! worse! my Lord,” cried Diego: “I had rather have seen ten whole ghosts.”
“ Grant me patience!” said Manfred; “these blockheads distract me. Out of my sight, Diego! and thou, Jaquez, tell me in one word, art thou sober? art thou raving? thou wast wont to have some sense: has the other sot frightened himself and thee too? Speak; what is it he fancies he has seen?”
“ Why, my Lord
