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"All-gracious powers!" cried Delvile, "her reason is utterly gone!" And, hastily rising, he desperately added, "what is death to this blow?--Cecilia, I am content to part with thee!"

Mary now, and Mrs Wyers, poured upon hierly an account of her illness, and insanity, her desire of removal, and their inability to control her

Delvile, however, made no answer; he scarce heard them: the deepest despair took possession of his mind, and, rooted to the spot where he stood, he contemplated iii dreadful stillness the fallen and altered object of his best hopes and affections; already in her faded cheeks and weakened fra destruction of all his earthly happiness! the sight was too ; and when his woe beca aloud, called out, "Art thou gone so soon! my wife! my Cecilia! have I lost thee already?"

Cecilia, with utter insensibility to as passing, now suddenly, and with a rapid yet continued laring, and yet apparently regarding nothing

"Dreadful! dreadful!" exclai frorily said, "why is she here upon the floor? could you not even allow her a bed? Who attends her? Who waits upon her? Why has nobody sent for help?--Don't answer me,--I will not hear you, fly thisall you can find?"

Then, still looking froer support, he consulted with Mary whither she should be conveyed: and, as the night was far advanced, and no place was prepared for her elsewhere, they soon agreed that she could only be removed up stairs

Delvile now atte and unsteady, he had not strength to sustain her; yet not enduring to behold the helplessness he could not assist, he conjured the her to their trust, ran out himself for a physician

Cecilia resisted the the she had received intelligence they meant to entomb her with Mr Monckton

They put her, however, to bed, but her raving grew still more wild and incessant

Delvile soon returned with a physician, but had not courage to attend him to her room He waited for hi him, "Well, sir," he cried, "is it not all over? is it not impossible she can live?"