whispered he . `` Call her , '' replied the physician . `` Lady Eleanore ! princess ! queen of Death ! '' cried Jervase Helwyse , advancing three steps into the chamber . `` She is not here . There , on yonder table , I behold the sparkle of a diamond which once she wore upon her bosom . There '' -- and he shuddered -- `` there hangs her mantle , on which a dead woman embroidered a spell of dreadful potency . But where is the Lady Eleanore ? '' Something stirred within the silken curtains of a canopied bed and a low moan was uttered , which , listening intently , Jervase Helwyse began to distinguish as a woman 's voice complaining dolefully of thirst . He fancied , even , that he recognized its tones . `` My throat ! My throat is scorched , '' murmured the voice . `` A drop of water ! '' `` What thing art thou ? '' said the brain-stricken youth , drawing near the bed and tearing asunder its curtains . `` Whose voice hast thou stolen for thy murmurs and miserable petitions , as if Lady Eleanore could be conscious of mortal infirmity ? Fie ! Heap of diseased mortality , why lurkest thou in my lady 's chamber ? ''
`` Oh , Jervase XXXXX , '' said the voice -- and as it spoke the figure contorted itself , struggling to hide its blasted face -- `` look not now on the woman you once loved .
Eleanore Fie Helwyse asunder lady mantle murmurs physician spell youth