Henry, however, happened to be nearer at hand, and, moreover, he did not
hesitate a moment, because he knew that Flora was in her own room; so he
reached it first, and Charles saw him rush in a few moments before he
could reach the room. The difference of time, however, was very slight, and Henry had only
just raised Flora from the floor as Charles appeared. "God of Heaven!" cried the latter, "what has happened?" "I know not," said Henry; "as God is my judge, I know not. Flora, Flora,
speak to us! Flora! Flora!" "She has fainted!" cried Charles. "Some water may restore her. Oh,
Henry, Henry, is not this horrible?" "Courage! courage!" said Henry although his voice betrayed what a
terrible state of anxiety he was himself in; "you will find water in
that decanter, Charles. Here is my mother, too! Another visit! God help
us!" Mrs. Bannerworth sat down on the edge of the sofa which was in the room,
and could only wring her hands and weep. "Avast!" cried the admiral, making his appearance. "Where's the enemy,
lads?" "Uncle," said Charles, "uncle, uncle, the vampyre has been here
again--the dreadful vampyre!" "D--n me, and he's gone, too, and carried half the window with him. Look
there!" It was literally true; the window, which was a long latticed one, was
smashed through. "Help! oh, help!" said Flora, as the water that was dashed in her face
began to recover her. "You are safe!" cried Henry, "you are safe!" "Flora," said Charles; "you know my voice, dear Flora? Look up, and you
will see there are none here but those who love you." Flora opened her eyes timidly as the said,--

"Has it gone?" "Yes, yes, dear," said Charles. "Look around you; here are none but true
friends." "And tried friends, my dear," said Admiral Bell, "excepting me; and
whenever you like to try me, afloat or ashore, d--n me, shew me Old Nick
himself, and I won't shrink--yard arm and yard arm--grapnel to
grapnel--pitch pots and grenades!" "This is my uncle, Flora," said Charles. "I thank you, sir," said Flora, faintly. "All right!" whispered the admiral to Charles; "what a figure-head, to
be sure! Poll at Swansea would have made just about four of her, but she
wasn't so delicate, d--n me!" "I should think not." "You are right for once in a way, Charley." "What was it that alarmed you?" said Charles, tenderly, as he now took
one of Flora's hands in his. "Varney--Varney, the vampyre." "Varney!" exclaimed Henry; "Varney here!" "Yes, he came in at that door: and when I screamed, I suppose--for I
hardly was conscious--he darted out through the window." "This," said Henry, "is beyond all human patience. By Heaven! I cannot
and will not endure it." "It shall be my quarrel," said Charles; "I shall go at once and defy
him. He shall meet me." "Oh, no, no, no," said Flora, as she clung convulsively to Charles. "No,
no; there is a better way." "What way?" "The place has become full of terrors. Let us leave it. Let him, as he
wishes, have it." "Let _him_ have it?" "Yes, yes. God knows, if it purchase an immunity from these visits, we
may well be overjoyed. Remember that we have ample reason to believe him
more than human. Why should you allow yourselves to risk a personal
encounter with such a man, who might be glad to kill you that he might
have an opportunity of replenishing his own hideous existence from your
best heart's blood?" The young men looked aghast. "Besides," added Flora, "you cannot tell what dreadful powers of
mischief he may have, against which human courage might be of no avail." "There is truth and reason," said Mr. Marchdale, stepping forward, "in
what Flora says." "Only let me come across him, that's all," said Admiral Bell, "and I'll
soon find out what he is. I suppose he's some long slab of a lubber
after all, ain't he, with no strength." "His strength is immense," said Marchdale. "I tried to seize him, and I
fell beneath his arm as if I had been struck by the hammer of a
Cyclops." "A what?" cried the admiral. "A Cyclops." "D--n me, I served aboard the Cyclops eleven years, and never saw a very
big hammer aboard of her." "What on earth is to be done?" said Henry. "Oh," chimed in the admiral, "there's always a bother about what's to be
done on earth. Now, at sea, I could soon tell you what was to be done." "We must hold a solemn consultation over this matter," said Henry. "You
are safe now, Flora." "Oh, be ruled by me. Give up the Hall." "You tremble." "I do tremble, brother, for what may yet ensue. I implore you to give up
the Hall. It is but a terror to us now--give it up. Have no more to do
with it. Let us make terms with Sir Francis Varney. Remember, we dare
not kill him." "He ought to be smothered," said the admiral. "It is true," remarked Henry, "we dare not, even holding all the
terrible suspicions we do, take his life." "By foul means certainly not," said Charles, "were he ten times a
vampyre. I cannot, however, believe that he is so invulnerable as he is
represented." "No one represents him here," said Marchdale. "I speak, sir, because I
saw you glance at me. I only know that, having made two unsuccessful
attempts to seize him, he eluded me, once by leaving in my grasp a piece
of his coat, and the next time he struck me down, and I feel yet the
effects of the terrific blow." "You hear?" said Flora. "Yes, I hear," said Charles. "For some reason," added Marchdale, in a tone of emotion, "what I say
seems to fall always badly upon Mr. Holland's ear. I know not why; but
if it will give him any satisfaction, I will leave Bannerworth Hall
to-night." "No, no, no," said Henry; "for the love of Heaven, do not let us
quarrel." "Hear, hear," cried the admiral. "We can never fight the enemy well if
the ship's crew are on bad terms. Come now, you Charles, this appears to
be an honest, gentlemanly fellow--give him your hand." "If Mr. Charles Holland," said Marchdale, "knows aught to my prejudice
in any way, however slight, I here beg of him to declare it at once, and
openly." "I cannot assert that I do," said Charles. "Then what the deuce do you make yourself so disagreeable for, eh?" cried the admiral. "One cannot help one's impression and feelings," said Charles; "but I am
willing to take Mr. Marchdale's hand." "And I yours, young sir," said Marchdale, "in all sincerity of spirit,
and with good will towards you." They shook hands; but it required no conjuror to perceive that it was
not done willingly or cordially. It was a handshaking of that character
which seemed to imply on each side, "I don't like you, but I don't know
positively any harm of you." "There now," said the admiral, "that's better." "Now, let us hold counsel about this Varney," said Henry. "Come to the
parlour all of you, and we will endeavour to come to some decided
arrangement." "Do not weep, mother," said Flora. "All may yet be well. We will leave
this place." "We will consider that question, Flora," said Henry; "and believe me
your wishes will go a long way with all of us, as you may well suppose
they always would."