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306 shrubbery, every branch of which was loaded with blossoms. The pink May shook its fairy favours over him, the lilac covered him with a sweet and starry shower, and the red-rose leaves fell to the ground like rain as he passed. The sounds of music came upon the wind—first a soft indistinct murmur, then the notes more distinct, and Edward recognised a favourite waltz, though as yet the branches closing thickly overhead prevented his seeing the castle. Many sweet instruments were blended in that gay Italian air—and yet at this moment it displeased the listener. The windows gleamed with light through the boughs—a small open space gave to view the left wing of the building—he could distinctly see the long range of illuminated apartments, figures moving to and fro, and the richly coloured fall of the draperies. The path widened, and Edward hastily crossed the lawn to the room which he sought. There was light within, but the shutters were closed. "I must enter by the passage door." This had been left unfastened, and in another moment Edward was in the study—but it had been fitted up as a supper-room. That "haunted chamber," vowed to the sad recollections of the loved and the departed—made sacred by the