THE MYSTERIES OF UDOLPHO
PART 34
CHAPTER VI
Ye gods of quiet, and of sleep profound!
Whose soft dominion o'er this castle sways,
And all the widely-silent places round,
Forgive me, if my trembling pen displays
What never yet was sung in mortal lays.
THOMSON
The Count gave orders for the north apartments to
be opened and prepared for the reception of Ludovico; but Dorothee, remembering
what she had lately witnessed there, feared to obey, and, not one of the other
servants daring to venture thither, the rooms remained shut up till the time
when Ludovico was to retire thither for the night, an hour, for which the whole
household waited with impatience.
After supper, Ludovico, by the order of the Count,
attended him in his closet, where they remained alone for near half an hour,
and, on leaving which, his Lord delivered to him a sword.
'It has seen service in mortal quarrels,' said the
Count, jocosely, 'you will use it honourably, no doubt, in a spiritual one.
Tomorrow, let me hear that there is not one ghost remaining in the chateau.'
Ludovico received it with a respectful bow. 'You
shall be obeyed, my Lord,' said he; 'I will engage, that no spectre shall
disturb the peace of the chateau after this night.'
They now returned to the supper-room, where the
Count's guests awaited to accompany him and Ludovico to the door of the north
apartments, and Dorothee, being summoned for the keys, delivered them to
Ludovico, who then led the way, followed by most of the inhabitants of the
chateau. Having reached the back stair-case, several of the servants shrunk
back, and refused to go further, but the rest followed him to the top of the
stair-case, where a broad landing-place allowed them to flock round him, while
he applied the key to the door, during which they watched him with as much
eager curiosity as if he had been performing some magical rite.
Ludovico, unaccustomed to the lock, could not turn
it, and Dorothee, who had lingered far behind, was called forward, under whose
hand the door opened slowly, and, her eye glancing within the dusky chamber,
she uttered a sudden shriek, and retreated. At this signal of alarm, the
greater part of the crowd hurried down the stairs, and the Count, Henri and
Ludovico were left alone to pursue the enquiry, who instantly rushed into the
apartment, Ludovico with a drawn sword, which he had just time to draw from the
scabbard, the Count with the lamp in his hand, and Henri carrying a basket,
containing provisions for the courageous adventurer.
Having looked hastily round the first room, where
nothing appeared to justify alarm, they passed on to the second; and, here too
all being quiet, they proceeded to a third with a more tempered step. The Count
had now leisure to smile at the discomposure, into which he had been surprised,
and to ask Ludovico in which room he designed to pass the night.
'There are several chambers beyond these, your
excellenza,' said Ludovico, pointing to a door, 'and in one of them is a bed,
they say. I will pass the night there, and when I am weary of watching, I can
lie down.'
'Good;' said the Count; 'let us go on. You see
these rooms shew nothing, but damp walls and decaying furniture. I have been so
much engaged since I came to the chateau, that I have not looked into them till
now. Remember, Ludovico, to tell the housekeeper, to-morrow, to throw open
these windows. The damask hangings are dropping to pieces, I will have them
taken down, and this antique furniture removed.'
'Dear sir!' said Henri, 'here is an arm-chair so
massy with gilding, that it resembles one of the state chairs at the Louvre,
more then any thing else.'
'Yes,' said the Count, stopping a moment to survey
it, 'there is a history belonging to that chair, but I have not time to tell
it.—Let us pass on. This suite runs to a greater extent than I had imagined; it
is many years since I was in them. But where is the bed-room you speak of,
Ludovico?—these are only anti-chambers to the great drawing-room. I remember
them in their splendour!'
'The bed, my Lord,' replied Ludovico, 'they told
me, was in a room that opens beyond the saloon, and terminates the suite.'
'O, here is the saloon,' said the Count, as they
entered the spacious apartment, in which Emily and Dorothee had rested. He here
stood for a moment, surveying the reliques of faded grandeur, which it
exhibited—the sumptuous tapestry—the long and low sophas of velvet, with frames
heavily carved and gilded—the floor inlaid with small squares of fine marble,
and covered in the centre with a piece of very rich tapestry-work—the casements
of painted glass, and the large Venetian mirrors, of a size and quality, such
as at that period France could not make, which reflected, on every side, the
spacious apartment. These had formerly also reflected a gay and brilliant
scene, for this had been the state-room of the chateau, and here the
Marchioness had held the assemblies, that made part of the festivities of her
nuptials. If the wand of a magician could have recalled the vanished groups,
many of them vanished even from the earth! that once had passed over these
polished mirrors, what a varied and contrasted picture would they have
exhibited with the present! Now, instead of a blaze of lights, and a splendid
and busy crowd, they reflected only the rays of the one glimmering lamp, which
the Count held up, and which scarcely served to shew the three forlorn figures,
that stood surveying the room, and the spacious and dusky walls around them.
'Ah!' said the Count to Henri, awaking from his
deep reverie, 'how the scene is changed since last I saw it! I was a young man,
then, and the Marchioness was alive and in her bloom; many other persons were
here, too, who are now no more! There stood the orchestra; here we tripped in
many a sprightly maze—the walls echoing to the dance! Now, they resound only
one feeble voice—and even that will, ere long, be heard no more! My son,
remember, that I was once as young as yourself, and that you must pass away
like those, who have preceded you—like those, who, as they sung and danced in
this once gay apartment, forgot, that years are made up of moments, and that
every step they took carried them nearer to their graves. But such reflections
are useless, I had almost said criminal, unless they teach us to prepare for
eternity, since, otherwise, they cloud our present happiness, without guiding
us to a future one. But enough of this; let us go on.'
Ludovico now opened the door of the bed-room, and
the Count, as he entered, was struck with the funereal appearance, which the
dark arras gave to it. He approached the bed, with an emotion of solemnity,
and, perceiving it to be covered with the pall of black velvet, paused; 'What
can this mean?' said he, as he gazed upon it.
'I have heard, my Lord,' said Ludovico, as he stood
at the feet, looking within the canopied curtains, 'that the Lady Marchioness
de Villeroi died in this chamber, and remained here till she was removed to be
buried; and this, perhaps, Signor, may account for the pall.'
The Count made no reply, but stood for a few
moments engaged in thought, and evidently much affected. Then, turning to
Ludovico, he asked him with a serious air, whether he thought his courage would
support him through the night? 'If you doubt this,' added the Count, 'do not be
ashamed to own it; I will release you from your engagement, without exposing
you to the triumphs of your fellow-servants.'
Ludovico paused; pride, and something very like
fear, seemed struggling in his breast; pride, however, was victorious;—he
blushed, and his hesitation ceased.
'No, my Lord,' said he, 'I will go through with
what I have begun; and I am grateful for your consideration. On that hearth I
will make a fire, and, with the good cheer in this basket, I doubt not I shall
do well.'
'Be it so,' said the Count; 'but how will you
beguile the tediousness of the night, if you do not sleep?'
'When I am weary, my Lord,' replied Ludovico, 'I
shall not fear to sleep; in the meanwhile, I have a book, that will entertain
me.'
'Well,' said the Count, 'I hope nothing will
disturb you; but if you should be seriously alarmed in the night, come to my
apartment. I have too much confidence in your good sense and courage, to
believe you will be alarmed on slight grounds; or suffer the gloom of this
chamber, or its remote situation, to overcome you with ideal terrors.
To-morrow, I shall have to thank you for an important service; these rooms
shall then be thrown open, and my people will be convinced of their error. Good
night, Ludovico; let me see you early in the morning, and remember what I
lately said to you.'
'I will, my Lord; good night to your excellenza;
let me attend you with the light.'
He lighted the Count and Henri through the chambers
to the outer door; on the landing-place stood a lamp, which one of the
affrighted servants had left, and Henri, as he took it up, again bade Ludovico
good night, who, having respectfully returned the wish, closed the door upon
them, and fastened it. Then, as he retired to the bed-chamber, he examined the
rooms, through which he passed, with more minuteness than he had done before,
for he apprehended, that some person might have concealed himself in them, for
the purpose of frightening him. No one, however, but himself, was in these
chambers, and, leaving open the doors, through which he passed, he came again
to the great drawing-room, whose spaciousness and silent gloom somewhat awed
him. For a moment he stood, looking back through the long suite of rooms he had
quitted, and, as he turned, perceiving a light and his own figure, reflected in
one of the large mirrors, he started. Other objects too were seen obscurely on
its dark surface, but he paused not to examine them, and returned hastily into
the bed-room, as he surveyed which, he observed the door of the oriel, and
opened it. All within was still. On looking round, his eye was arrested by the
portrait of the deceased Marchioness, upon which he gazed, for a considerable
time, with great attention and some surprise; and then, having examined the
closet, he returned into the bed-room, where he kindled a wood fire, the bright
blaze of which revived his spirits, which had begun to yield to the gloom and
silence of the place, for gusts of wind alone broke at intervals this silence.
He now drew a small table and a chair near the fire, took a bottle of wine, and
some cold provision out of his basket, and regaled himself. When he had
finished his repast, he laid his sword upon the table, and, not feeling
disposed to sleep, drew from his pocket the book he had spoken of.—It was a
volume of old Provencal tales. Having stirred the fire upon the hearth, he
began to read, and his attention was soon wholly occupied by the scenes, which
the page disclosed.
The Count, meanwhile, had returned to the
supper-room, whither those of the party, who had attended him to the north
apartment, had retreated, upon hearing Dorothee's scream, and who were now
earnest in their enquiries concerning those chambers. The Count rallied his
guests on their precipitate retreat, and on the superstitious inclination which
had occasioned it, and this led to the question, Whether the spirit, after it
has quitted the body, is ever permitted to revisit the earth; and if it is,
whether it was possible for spirits to become visible to the sense. The Baron
was of opinion, that the first was probable, and the last was possible, and he
endeavoured to justify this opinion by respectable authorities, both ancient
and modern, which he quoted. The Count, however, was decidedly against him, and
a long conversation ensued, in which the usual arguments on these subjects were
on both sides brought forward with skill, and discussed with candour, but
without converting either party to the opinion of his opponent. The effect of
their conversation on their auditors was various. Though the Count had much the
superiority of the Baron in point of argument, he had considerably fewer
adherents; for that love, so natural to the human mind, of whatever is able to
distend its faculties with wonder and astonishment, attached the majority of
the company to the side of the Baron; and, though many of the Count's
propositions were unanswerable, his opponents were inclined to believe this the
consequence of their own want of knowledge, on so abstracted a subject, rather
than that arguments did not exist, which were forcible enough to conquer his.
Blanche was pale with attention, till the ridicule
in her father's glance called a blush upon her countenance, and she then
endeavoured to forget the superstitious tales she had been told in her convent.
Meanwhile, Emily had been listening with deep attention to the discussion of
what was to her a very interesting question, and, remembering the appearance
she had witnessed in the apartment of the late Marchioness, she was frequently
chilled with awe. Several times she was on the point of mentioning what she had
seen, but the fear of giving pain to the Count, and the dread of his ridicule,
restrained her; and, awaiting in anxious expectation the event of Ludovico's
intrepidity, she determined that her future silence should depend upon it.
When the party had separated for the night, and the
Count retired to his dressing-room, the remembrance of the desolate scenes he
had lately witnessed in his own mansion deeply affected him, but at length he
was aroused from his reverie and his silence. 'What music is that I hear?'—said
he suddenly to his valet, 'Who plays at this late hour?'
The man made no reply, and the Count continued to
listen, and then added, 'That is no common musician; he touches the instrument
with a delicate hand; who is it, Pierre?'
'My lord!' said the man, hesitatingly.
'Who plays that instrument?' repeated the Count.
'Does not your lordship know, then?' said the
valet.
'What mean you?' said the Count, somewhat sternly.
'Nothing, my Lord, I meant nothing,' rejoined the
man submissively—'Only—that music—goes about the house at midnight often, and I
thought your lordship might have heard it before.'
'Music goes about the house at midnight! Poor
fellow!—does nobody dance to the music, too?'
'It is not in the chateau, I believe, my Lord; the
sounds come from the woods, they say, though they seem so near;—but then a
spirit can do any thing!'
'Ah, poor fellow!' said the Count, 'I perceive you
are as silly as the rest of them; to-morrow, you will be convinced of your
ridiculous error. But hark!—what voice is that?'
'O my Lord! that is the voice we often hear with
the music.'
'Often!' said the Count, 'How often, pray? It is a
very fine one.'
'Why, my Lord, I myself have not heard it more than
two or three times, but there are those who have lived here longer, that have
heard it often enough.'
'What a swell was that!' exclaimed the Count, as he
still listened, 'And now, what a dying cadence! This is surely something more
than mortal!'
'That is what they say, my Lord,' said the valet;
'they say it is nothing mortal, that utters it; and if I might say my
thoughts'—
'Peace!' said the Count, and he listened till the
strain died away.
'This is strange!' said he, as he turned from the
window, 'Close the casements, Pierre.'
Pierre obeyed, and the Count soon after dismissed
him, but did not so soon lose the remembrance of the music, which long vibrated
in his fancy in tones of melting sweetness, while surprise and perplexity
engaged his thoughts.
Ludovico, meanwhile, in his remote chamber, heard,
now and then, the faint echo of a closing door, as the family retired to rest,
and then the hall clock, at a great distance, strike twelve. 'It is midnight,'
said he, and he looked suspiciously round the spacious chamber. The fire on the
hearth was now nearly expiring, for his attention having been engaged by the
book before him, he had forgotten every thing besides; but he soon added fresh
wood, not because he was cold, though the night was stormy, but because he was
cheerless; and, having again trimmed his lamp, he poured out a glass of wine,
drew his chair nearer to the crackling blaze, tried to be deaf to the wind,
that howled mournfully at the casements, endeavoured to abstract his mind from
the melancholy, that was stealing upon him, and again took up his book. It had
been lent to him by Dorothee, who had formerly picked it up in an obscure
corner of the Marquis's library, and who, having opened it and perceived some
of the marvels it related, had carefully preserved it for her own
entertainment, its condition giving her some excuse for detaining it from its
proper station. The damp corner into which it had fallen, had caused the cover
to be disfigured and mouldy, and the leaves to be so discoloured with spots,
that it was not without difficulty the letters could be traced. The fictions of
the Provencal writers, whether drawn from the Arabian legends, brought by the
Saracens into Spain, or recounting the chivalric exploits performed by the
crusaders, whom the Troubadors accompanied to the east, were generally splendid
and always marvellous, both in scenery and incident; and it is not wonderful,
that Dorothee and Ludovico should be fascinated by inventions, which had
captivated the careless imagination in every rank of society, in a former age.
Some of the tales, however, in the book now before Ludovico, were of simple
structure, and exhibited nothing of the magnificent machinery and heroic
manners, which usually characterized the fables of the twelfth century, and of
this description was the one he now happened to open, which, in its original
style, was of great length, but which may be thus shortly related. The reader
will perceive, that it is strongly tinctured with the superstition of the
times.
THE PROVENCAL TALE
'There lived, in the province of Bretagne, a noble
Baron, famous for his magnificence and courtly hospitalities. His castle was
graced with ladies of exquisite beauty, and thronged with illustrious knights;
for the honour he paid to feats of chivalry invited the brave of distant
countries to enter his lists, and his court was more splendid than those of
many princes. Eight minstrels were retained in his service, who used to sing to
their harps romantic fictions, taken from the Arabians, or adventures of
chivalry, that befel knights during the crusades, or the martial deeds of the
Baron, their lord;—while he, surrounded by his knights and ladies, banqueted in
the great hall of his castle, where the costly tapestry, that adorned the walls
with pictured exploits of his ancestors, the casements of painted glass,
enriched with armorial bearings, the gorgeous banners, that waved along the
roof, the sumptuous canopies, the profusion of gold and silver, that glittered
on the sideboards, the numerous dishes, that covered the tables, the number and
gay liveries of the attendants, with the chivalric and splendid attire of the
guests, united to form a scene of magnificence, such as we may not hope to see
in these DEGENERATE DAYS.
'Of the Baron, the following adventure is related.
One night, having retired late from the banquet to his chamber, and dismissed
his attendants, he was surprised by the appearance of a stranger of a noble
air, but of a sorrowful and dejected countenance. Believing, that this person
had been secreted in the apartment, since it appeared impossible he could have
lately passed the anti-room, unobserved by the pages in waiting, who would have
prevented this intrusion on their lord, the Baron, calling loudly for his
people, drew his sword, which he had not yet taken from his side, and stood
upon his defence. The stranger slowly advancing, told him, that there was
nothing to fear; that he came with no hostile design, but to communicate to him
a terrible secret, which it was necessary for him to know.
'The Baron, appeased by the courteous manners of
the stranger, after surveying him, for some time, in silence, returned his
sword into the scabbard, and desired him to explain the means, by which he had
obtained access to the chamber, and the purpose of this extraordinary visit.
'Without answering either of these enquiries, the
stranger said, that he could not then explain himself, but that, if the Baron
would follow him to the edge of the forest, at a short distance from the castle
walls, he would there convince him, that he had something of importance to
disclose.
'This proposal again alarmed the Baron, who could
scarcely believe, that the stranger meant to draw him to so solitary a spot, at
this hour of the night, without harbouring a design against his life, and he
refused to go, observing, at the same time, that, if the stranger's purpose was
an honourable one, he would not persist in refusing to reveal the occasion of
his visit, in the apartment where they were.
'While he spoke this, he viewed the stranger still
more attentively than before, but observed no change in his countenance, or any
symptom, that might intimate a consciousness of evil design. He was habited
like a knight, was of a tall and majestic stature, and of dignified and courteous
manners. Still, however, he refused to communicate the subject of his errand in
any place, but that he had mentioned, and, at the same time, gave hints
concerning the secret he would disclose, that awakened a degree of solemn
curiosity in the Baron, which, at length, induced him to consent to follow the
stranger, on certain conditions.
'"Sir knight," said he, "I will
attend you to the forest, and will take with me only four of my people, who
shall witness our conference."
'To this, however, the Knight objected.
'"What I would disclose," said he, with
solemnity, "is to you alone. There are only three living persons, to whom
the circumstance is known; it is of more consequence to you and your house,
than I shall now explain. In future years, you will look back to this night
with satisfaction or repentance, accordingly as you now determine. As you would
hereafter prosper—follow me; I pledge you the honour of a knight, that no evil
shall befall you;—if you are contented to dare futurity—remain in your chamber,
and I will depart as I came."
'"Sir knight," replied the Baron,
"how is it possible, that my future peace can depend upon my present
determination?"
'"That is not now to be told," said the
stranger, "I have explained myself to the utmost. It is late; if you
follow me it must be quickly;—you will do well to consider the
alternative."
'The Baron mused, and, as he looked upon the
knight, he perceived his countenance assume a singular solemnity.'
[Here Ludovico thought he heard a noise, and he threw
a glance round the chamber, and then held up the lamp to assist his
observation; but, not perceiving any thing to confirm his alarm, he took up the
book again and pursued the story.]
'The Baron paced his apartment, for some time, in
silence, impressed by the last words of the stranger, whose extraordinary
request he feared to grant, and feared, also, to refuse. At length, he said,
"Sir knight, you are utterly unknown to me; tell me yourself,—is it
reasonable, that I should trust myself alone with a stranger, at this hour, in
a solitary forest? Tell me, at least, who you are, and who assisted to secrete
you in this chamber."
'The knight frowned at these latter words, and was
a moment silent; then, with a countenance somewhat stern, he said,
'"I am an English knight; I am called Sir
Bevys of Lancaster,—and my deeds are not unknown at the Holy City, whence I was
returning to my native land, when I was benighted in the neighbouring
forest."
'"Your name is not unknown to fame," said
the Baron, "I have heard of it." (The Knight looked haughtily.)
"But why, since my castle is known to entertain all true knights, did not
your herald announce you? Why did you not appear at the banquet, where your
presence would have been welcomed, instead of hiding yourself in my castle, and
stealing to my chamber, at midnight?"
'The stranger frowned, and turned away in silence;
but the Baron repeated the questions.
'"I come not," said the Knight, "to
answer enquiries, but to reveal facts. If you would know more, follow me, and
again I pledge the honour of a Knight, that you shall return in safety.—Be
quick in your determination—I must be gone."
'After some further hesitation, the Baron
determined to follow the stranger, and to see the result of his extraordinary
request; he, therefore, again drew forth his sword, and, taking up a lamp, bade
the Knight lead on. The latter obeyed, and, opening the door of the chamber,
they passed into the anti-room, where the Baron, surprised to find all his
pages asleep, stopped, and, with hasty violence, was going to reprimand them
for their carelessness, when the Knight waved his hand, and looked so
expressively upon the Baron, that the latter restrained his resentment, and
passed on.
'The Knight, having descended a stair-case, opened
a secret door, which the Baron had believed was known only to himself, and,
proceeding through several narrow and winding passages, came, at length, to a
small gate, that opened beyond the walls of the castle. Meanwhile, the Baron
followed in silence and amazement, on perceiving that these secret passages
were so well known to a stranger, and felt inclined to return from an
adventure, that appeared to partake of treachery, as well as danger. Then,
considering that he was armed, and observing the courteous and noble air of his
conductor, his courage returned, he blushed, that it had failed him for a
moment, and he resolved to trace the mystery to its source.
'He now found himself on the heathy platform,
before the great gates of his castle, where, on looking up, he perceived lights
glimmering in the different casements of the guests, who were retiring to
sleep; and, while he shivered in the blast, and looked on the dark and desolate
scene around him, he thought of the comforts of his warm chamber, rendered
cheerful by the blaze of wood, and felt, for a moment, the full contrast of his
present situation.'
[Here Ludovico paused a moment, and, looking at his
own fire, gave it a brightening stir.]
'The wind was strong, and the Baron watched his
lamp with anxiety, expecting every moment to see it extinguished; but, though
the flame wavered, it did not expire, and he still followed the stranger, who
often sighed as he went, but did not speak.
'When they reached the borders of the forest, the
Knight turned, and raised his head, as if he meant to address the Baron, but
then, closing his lips in silence, he walked on.
'As they entered, beneath the dark and spreading
boughs, the Baron, affected by the solemnity of the scene, hesitated whether to
proceed, and demanded how much further they were to go. The Knight replied only
by a gesture, and the Baron, with hesitating steps and a suspicious eye,
followed through an obscure and intricate path, till, having proceeded a
considerable way, he again demanded whither they were going, and refused to
proceed unless he was informed.
'As he said this, he looked at his own sword, and
at the Knight alternately, who shook his head, and whose dejected countenance
disarmed the Baron, for a moment, of suspicion.
'"A little further is the place, whither I
would lead you," said the stranger; "no evil shall befall you—I have
sworn it on the honour of a knight."
'The Baron, re-assured, again followed in silence,
and they soon arrived at a deep recess of the forest, where the dark and lofty
chesnuts entirely excluded the sky, and which was so overgrown with underwood,
that they proceeded with difficulty. The Knight sighed deeply as he passed, and
sometimes paused; and having, at length, reached a spot, where the trees
crowded into a knot, he turned, and, with a terrific look, pointing to the
ground, the Baron saw there the body of a man, stretched at its length, and
weltering in blood; a ghastly wound was on the forehead, and death appeared
already to have contracted the features.
'The Baron, on perceiving the spectacle, started in
horror, looked at the Knight for explanation, and was then going to raise the
body and examine if there were yet any remains of life; but the stranger,
waving his hand, fixed upon him a look so earnest and mournful, as not only
much surprised him, but made him desist.
'But, what were the Baron's emotions, when, on
holding the lamp near the features of the corpse, he discovered the exact
resemblance of the stranger his conductor, to whom he now looked up in
astonishment and enquiry? As he gazed, he perceived the countenance of the
Knight change, and begin to fade, till his whole form gradually vanished from
his astonished sense! While the Baron stood, fixed to the spot, a voice was
heard to utter these words:—'
[Ludovico started, and laid down the book, for he
thought he heard a voice in the chamber, and he looked toward the bed, where,
however, he saw only the dark curtains and the pall. He listened, scarcely
daring to draw his breath, but heard only the distant roaring of the sea in the
storm, and the blast, that rushed by the casements; when, concluding, that he
had been deceived by its sighings, he took up his book to finish the story.]
'While the Baron stood, fixed to the spot, a voice
was heard to utter these words:—*
(* This repetition seems to be intentional.
Ludovico is picking up the thread.)
'The body of Sir Bevys of Lancaster, a noble knight
of England, lies before you. He was, this night, waylaid and murdered, as he
journeyed from the Holy City towards his native land. Respect the honour of
knighthood and the law of humanity; inter the body in christian ground, and
cause his murderers to be punished. As ye observe, or neglect this, shall peace
and happiness, or war and misery, light upon you and your house for ever!'
'The Baron, when he recovered from the awe and
astonishment, into which this adventure had thrown him, returned to his castle,
whither he caused the body of Sir Bevys to be removed; and, on the following
day, it was interred, with the honours of knighthood, in the chapel of the
castle, attended by all the noble knights and ladies, who graced the court of
Baron de Brunne.'
Ludovico, having finished this story, laid aside
the book, for he felt drowsy, and, after putting more wood on the fire and
taking another glass of wine, he reposed himself in the arm-chair on the
hearth. In his dream he still beheld the chamber where he really was, and, once
or twice, started from imperfect slumbers, imagining he saw a man's face,
looking over the high back of his armchair. This idea had so strongly impressed
him, that, when he raised his eyes, he almost expected to meet other eyes,
fixed upon his own, and he quitted his seat and looked behind the chair, before
he felt perfectly convinced, that no person was there.
Thus closed the hour.
