"Peace, mocking fiend!" cried Surrey furiously.
I laugh to think how you are deceived," said Herne. "Would you behold
your mistress now?--would you see how she conducts herself during
your absence?"
"If you choose to try me, I will not oppose the attempt," replied Surrey;
"but it will be futile."
"Remove the relic from your person," rejoined Herne. "Place it upon the
table, within your grasp, and you shall see her."
Surrey hesitated; but he was not proof against the low mocking laugh
of the demon.
"No harm can result from it," he cried at length, detaching the relic from
his neck, and laying it on the table.
"Extinguish the light!" cried Herne, in a commanding voice.
Surrey instantly sprang to his feet, and dashed the lamp off the table.
"Behold!" cried the demon.
And instantly a vision, representing the form and lineaments of the Fair
Geraldine to the life, shone forth against the opposite wall of the
chamber. At the feet of the visionary damsel knelt a shape resembling
the Duke of Richmond. He was pressing the hand extended to him by
the Fair Geraldine to his lips, and a smile of triumph irradiated his
features.
" Such is man's friendship--such woman's constancy!" cried Herne.
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