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ection； but from a kind of pitying sympathy for the terror to the nerves which she clearly observed that the demoniac visitation caused in all。
I was restless and miserable。 I devoted myself to good works； but I performed them from no spirit of love； but solely from the hope of reward and payment； and so the reward was never granted。 At length； I asked my uncle's leave to travel； and I went forth； a wanderer； with no distincter end than that of many another wandererto get away from myself。 A strange impulse led me to Antwerp； in spite of the wars and commotions then raging in the Low Countriesor rather； perhaps； the very craving to become interested in something external； led me into the thick of the struggle then going on with the Austrians。 The cities of Flanders were all full at that time of civil disturbances and rebellions； only kept down by force； and the presence of an Austrian garrison in every place。
I arrived in Antwerp； and made inquiry for Father Bernard。 He was away in the country for a day or two。 Then I asked my way to the Convent of Poor Clares； but； being healthy and prosperous； I could only see the dim； pent…up； gray walls； shut closely in by narrow streets； in the lowest part of the town。 My landlord told me； that had I been stricken by some loathsome disease； or in desperate case of any kind； the Poor Clares would have taken me； and tended me。 He spoke of them as an order of mercy of the strictest kind； dressing scantily in the coarsest materials； going barefoot； living on what the inhabitants of Antwerp chose to bestow； and sharing even those fragments and crumbs with the poor and helpless that swarmed all around； receiving no letters or communication with the outer world； utterly dead to everything but the alleviation of suffering。 He smiled at my inquiring whether I could get speech of one of them； and told me that they were even forbidden to speak for the purposes of begging their daily food； while yet they lived； and fed others upon what was given in charity。
〃But；〃 exclaimed I； 〃supposing all men forgot them！ Would they quietly lie down and die； without making sign of their extremity？〃
〃If such were the rule the Poor Clares would willingly do it； but their founder appointed a remedy for such extreme cases as you suggest。 They have a bell'tis but a small one； as I have heard； and has yet never been rung in the memory man： when the Poor Clares have been without food for twenty…four hours； they may ring this bell； and then trust to our good people of Antwerp for rushing to the rescue of the Poor Clares； who have taken such blessed care of us in all our straits。〃
It seemed to me that such rescue would be late in the day； but I did not say what I thought。 I rather turned the conversation； by asking my landlord if he knew； or had ever heard； anything of a certain Sister Magdalen。
〃Yes；〃 said he； rather under his breath； 〃news will creep out； even from a convent of Poor Clares。 Sister Magdalen is either a great sinner or a great saint。 She does more； as I have heard； than all the other nuns put together； yet； when last month they would fain have made her mother…superior； she begged rather that they would place her below all the rest； and make her the meanest servant of all。〃
〃You never saw her？〃 asked I。
〃Never；〃 he replied。
I was weary of waiting for Father Bernard； and yet I lingered in Antwerp。 The political state of things became worse than ever； increased to its height by the scarcity of food consequent on many deficient harvests。 I saw groups of fierce； squalid men； at every corner of the street； glaring out with wolfish eyes at my sleek skin and handsome clothes。
At last Father Bernard returned。 We had a long conversation； in which he told me that； curiously enough； Mr。 Gisborne； Lucy's father； was serving in one of the Austrian regiments； then in garrison at Antwerp。 I asked Father Bernard if he would make us acquainted； which he consented to do。 But； a day or two afterwards； he told me that； on hearing my name； Mr。 Gisborne had declined responding to any advances on my part； saying he had adjured his country； and hated his countrymen。
Probably he recollected my name in connection with that of his daughter Lucy。 Anyhow； it was clear enough that I had no chance of making his acquaintance。 Father Bernard confirmed me in my suspicions of the hidden fermentation； for some coming evil； working among the 〃blouses〃 of Antwerp； and he would fain have had me depart from out the city； but I rather craved the excitement of danger； and stubbornly refused to leave。
One day； when I was walking with him in the Place Verte； he bowed to an Austrian officer； who was crossing towards the cathedral。
〃That is Mr。 Gisborne；〃 said he； as soon as the gentleman was past。
I turned to look at the tall； slight figure of the officer。 He carried himself in a stately manner； although he was past middle age； and from his years might have had some excuse for a slight stoop。 As I looked at the man； he turned round； his eyes met mine； and I saw his face。 Deeply lined； sallow； and scathed was that countenance； scarred by passion as well as by the fortunes of war。 'Twas but a moment our eyes met。 We each turned round； and went on our separate way。
But his whole appearance was not one to be easily forgotten； the thorough appointment of the dress； and evident thought bestowed on it； made but an incongruous whole with the dark； gloomy expression of his countenance。 Because he was Lucy's father； I sought instinctively to meet him everywhere。 At last he must have become aware of my pertinacity； for he gave me a haughty scowl whenever I passed him。 In one of these encounters； however； I chanced to be of some service to him。 He was turning the corner of a street； and came suddenly on one of the groups of discontented Flemings of whom I have spoken。 Some words were exchanged； when my gentleman out with his sword； and with a slight but skilful cut drew blood from one of those who had insulted him； as he fancied； though I was too far off to hear the words。 They would all have fallen upon him had I not rushed forwards and raised the cry； then well known in Antwerp； of rally； to the Austrian soldiers who were perpetually patrolling the streets； and who came in numbers to the rescue。 I think that neither Mr。 Gisborne nor the mutinous group of plebeians owed me much gratitude for my interference。 He had planted himself against a wall； in a skilful attitude of fence； ready with his bright glancing rapier to do battle with all the heavy； fierce； unarmed men； some six or seven in number。 But when his own soldiers came up； he sheathed his sword； and； giving some careless word of command； sent them away again； and continued his saunter all alone down the street； the workmen snarling in his rear； and more than half…inclined to fall on me for my cry for rescue。 I cared not if they did； my life seemed so dreary a burden just then； and； perhaps； it was this daring loitering among them that prevented their attacking me。 Instead； they suffered me to fall into conversation with them； and I heard some of their grievances。 Sore and heavy to be borne were they； and no wonder the suffe