And you are to give this letter to Lady Knollys, at Elverston; you know Elverston, dont you? He does, Miss. Dont ye, lad? Ees. Well, do so, Tom, and Ill be good to you so long as I live. Dye hear, lad? Ees, said Tom; its very good. Youll take the letter, Tom? I said, in much greater trepidation as to his answer than I showed. Ees, Ill take the letter, said he, rising, and turning it about in his fingers under his eye, like a curiosity. Tom Brice, I said, If you cant be true to me, say so; but dont take the letter except to give it to Lady Knollys, at Elverston. If you wont promise that, let me have the note back. Keep the pound; but tell me that you wont mention my having asked you to carry a letter to Elverston to anyone. For the first time Tom looked perfectly serious. He twiddled the corner of my letter between his finger and thumb, and wore very much the countenance of a poacher about to be committed. I dont want to chouce ye, Miss; but I must take care o myself, ye see. The letters goes all through Silass fingers to the post, and hed know damn well this wornt among em. They do say he opens em, and reads em before they go; an thats his diversion. I dont know; but I do believe thats how it be; an if this one turned up, theyd all know it went be hand, and Id be spotted fort. But you know who I am, Tom, and Id save you, said I, eagerly. Yed want savin yerself, Im thinkin, if that feel oot, said Tom, cynically. I dont say, though, Ill not take itonly thisI wont run my head again a wall for no one. Tom, I said, with a sudden inspiration, give me back the letter, and take me out of Bartram; take me to Elverston; it will be the best thingfor you, Tom, I meanit will indeedthat ever befell you. With this clown I was pleading, as for my life; my hand was on his sleeve. I was gazing imploringly in his face. But it would not do; Tom Brice looked amused again, swung his head a little on one side, grinning sheepishly over his shoulder on the roots of the trees beside him, as if he were striving to keep himself from an uncivil fit of laughter. Ill do what a wise lad may, Miss; but ye dont know they lads; they baint that easy come over; and I wont get knocked on the head, nor sent to gaol appen, for no good to thee nor me. Theres Meg there, she knows well enough I could na manage that; so I wont try it, Miss, by no chance; no offence, Miss; but Id rayther not, an Ill just try what I can make othis; thats all I can do for ye. Tom Brice, with these words, stood up, and looked uneasily in the direction of the Windmill Wood. Mind ye, Miss, coom what will, yell not tell o me? Whar ill ye go now, Tom? inquired Meg, uneasily. Never ye mind, lass, answered he, breaking his way through the thicket, and soon disappearing. Ees that ill be ithell git into the sheepwalk behind the mound. Theyre all down yonder; git ye back, Miss, to the hoosebe the sidedoor; mind ye, dont go round the corner; and Ill jest sit awhile among the bushes, and wait a good time for a start. And goodbye, Miss; and dont ye show like as if there was aught out o common on your mind. Hish! There was a distant hallooing. That be fayther! she whispered, with a very blank countenance, and listened with her sunburnt hand to her ear.  Tisnt me, only Davy hell be callin, she said, with a great sigh, and a joyless smile. Now git ye away i Gods name. So running lightly along the path, under cover of this thick wood, I recalled Mary Quince, and together we hastened back again to the house, and entered, as directed, by the sidedoor, which did not expose us to be seen from the Windmill Wood, and, like two criminals, we stole up by the backstairs, and so through the sidegallery to my room; and there sat down to collect my wits, and try to estimate the exact effect of what had just occurred. Madame had not returned. That was well; she always visited my room first, and everything was precisely as I had left ita certain sign that her prying eyes and busy fingers had not been at work during my absence. When she did appear, strange to say, it was to bring me unexpected comfort. She had in her hand a letter from my dear Lady Knollysa gleam of sunlight from the free and happy outer world entered with it. The moment Madame left me to myself, I opened it and read as follows I am so happy, my dearest Maud, in the immediate prospect of seeing you. I have had a really kind letter from poor Silaspoor I say, for I really compassionate his situation, about which he has been, I do believe, quite frankat least Ilbury says so, and somehow he happens to know. I have had quite an affecting, changed letter. I will tell you all when I see you. He wants me ultimately to undertake that which would afford me the most unmixed happinessI mean the care of you, my dear girl. I only fear lest my too eager acceptance of the trust should excite that vein of opposition which is in most human beings, and induce him to think over his offer less favourably again. He says I must come to Bartram, and stay a night, and promises to lodge me comfortably; about which last I honestly do not care a pin, when the chance of a comfortable evenings gossip with you is in view. Silas explains his sad situation, and must hold himself in readiness for early flight, if he would avoid the risk of losing his personal liberty. It is a sad thing that he should have so irretrievably ruined himself, that poor Austins liberality seems to have positively precipitated his extremity. His great anxiety is that I should see you before you leave for your short stay in France. He thinks you must leave before a fortnight. I am thinking of asking you to come over here; I know you would be just as well at Elverston as in France; but perhaps, as he seems disposed to do what we all wish, it may be safer to let him set about it in his own way. The truth is, I have so set my heart upon it that I fear to risk it by crossing him even in a trifle. He says I must fix an early day next week, and talks as if he meant to urge me to make a longer visit than he defined. I shall be only too happy. I begin, my dear Maud, to think that there is no use in trying to control events, and that things often turn out best, and most exactly to our wishes, by being left quite to themselves. I think it was Talleyrand who praised the talent of waiting so much. In high spirits, and with my head brimful of plans, I remain, dearest Maud, ever your affectionate cousin, Monica. Here was an inexplicable puzzle! A faint radiance of hope, however, began to overspread a landscape only a few minutes before darkened by total eclipse; but construct what theory I might, all were inconsistent with many wellestablished and awful incongruities, and their wrecks lay strown over the troubled waters of the gulf into which I gazed. Why was Madame here? Why was Dudley concealed about the place? Why was I a prisoner within the walls? What were those dangers which Meg Hawkes seemed to think so great and so imminent as to induce her to risk her lovers safety for my deliverance? All these menacing facts stood grouped together against the dark certainty that never were men more deeply interested in making away with one human being, than were Uncle Silas and Dudley in removing me. Sometimes to these dreadful evidences I abandoned my soul. Sometimes, reading Cousin Monicas sunny letter, the sky would clear, and my terrors melt away like nightmares in the morning. I never repented, however, that I had sent my letter by Tom Brice. Escape from BartramHaugh was my hourly longing. That evening Madame invited herself to tea with me. I did not object. It was better just then to be on friendly relations with everybody, if possible, even on their own terms. She was in one of her boisterous and hilarious moods, and there was a perfume of brandy. She narrated some compliments paid her that morning in Feltram by that good crayature Mrs. Litheways, the silkmercer, and what  ansom faylow was her new foreman(she intended plainly that I should queez her)and how he follow her with his eyes wherever she went. I thought, perhaps, he fancied she might pocket some of his lace or gloves. And all the time her great wicked eyes were rolling and glancing according to her ideas of fascination, and her bony face grinning and flaming with the strong drink in which she delighted. She sang twaddling chansons, and being, as was her wont under such exhilarating influences, in a vapouring mood, she vowed that I should have my carriage and horses immediately. I weel try what I can do weeth your Uncle Silas. We are very good old friends, Mr. Ruthyn and I, she said with a leer which I did not understand, and which yet frightened me. I never could quite understand why these Jezebels like to insinuate the dreadful truth against themselves; but they do. Is it the spirit of feminine triumph overcoming feminine shame, and making them vaunt their fall as an evidence of bygone fascination and existing power? Need we wonder? Have not women preferred hatred to indifference, and the reputation of witchcraft, with all its penalties, to absolute insignificance? Thus, as they enjoyed the fear inspired among simple neighbours by their imagined traffic with the father of ill, did Madame, I think, relish with a cynical vainglory the suspicion of her satanic superiority. Next morning Uncle Silas sent for me. He was seated at his table, and spoke his little French greeting, smiling as usual, pointing to a chair opposite. How far, I forget, he said, carelessly laying his newspaper on the table, did you yesterday guess Dudley to be? Eleven hundred miles I thought it was. Oh yes, so it was; and then there was an abstracted pause. I have been writing to Lord Ilbury, your trustee, he resumed. I ventured to say, my dear Maud(for having thoughts of a different arrangement for you, more suitable under my distressing circumstances, I do not wish to vacate without some expression of your estimate of my treatment of you while under my roof)I ventured to say that you thought me kind, considerate, indulgentmay I say so? I assented. What could I say? I said you had enjoyed our poor way of living hereour rough ways and liberty. Was I right? Again I assented. And, in fact, that you had nothing to object against your poor old uncle, except indeed his poverty, which you forgave. I think I said truth. Did I, dear Maud? Again I acquiesced. All this time he was fumbling among the papers in his coatpocket. That is satisfactory. So I expected you to say, he murmured. I expected no less. On a sudden a frightful change spread across his face. He rose like a spectre with a white scowl. Then how do you account for that? he shrieked in a voice of thunder, and smiting my open letter to Lady Knollys, face upward, upon the table. I stared at my uncle, unable to speak, until I seemed to lose sight of him; but his voice, like a bell, still yelled in my ears. There! young hypocrite and liar! explain that farrago of slander which you bribed my servant to place in the hands of my kinswoman, Lady Knollys. And so on and on it went, I gazing into darkness, until the voice itself became indistinct, grew into a buzz, and hummed away into silence. I think I must have had a fit. When I came to myself I was drenched with water, my hair, face, neck, and dress. I did not in the least know where I was. I thought my father was ill, and spoke to him. Uncle Silas was standing near the window, looking unspeakably grim. Madame was seated beside me, and an open bottle of ether, one of Uncle Silass restoratives, on the table before me. Whos thatwhos illis anyone dead? I cried. At last I was relieved by long paroxysms of weeping. When I was sufficiently recovered, I was conveyed into my own room. XXIII Lady Knollys Carriage Next morningit was SundayI lay on my bed in my dressinggown, dull, apathetic, with all my limbs sore, and, as I thought, rheumatic, and feeling so ill that I did not care to speak or lift my head. My recollection of what had passed in Uncle Silass room was utterly confused, and it seemed to me as if my poor father had been there and taken a shareI could not remember howin the conference. I was too exhausted and stupid to clear up this horrible muddle, and merely lay with my face toward the wall, motionless and silent, except for a great sigh every now and then. Good Mary Quince was in the roomthere was some comfort in that; but I felt quite worn out, and had rather she did not speak to me; and indeed for the time I felt absolutely indifferent as to whether I lived or died. Cousin Monica this morning, at pleasant Elverston, allunconscious of my sad plight, proposed to Lady Mary Carysbroke and Lord Ilbury, her guests, to drive over to church at Feltram, and then pay us a visit at BartramHaugh, to which they readily agreed. Accordingly, at about two oclock, this pleasant party of three arrived at Bartram. They walked, having left the carriage to follow when the horses were fed; and Madame de la Rougierre, who was in my uncles room when little Giblets arrived to say that the party were in the parlour, whispered for a little with my uncle, who then said Miss Maud Ruthyn has gone out to drive, but I shall be happy to see Lady Knollys here, if she will do me the favour to come upstairs and see me for a few moments; and you can mention that I am very far from well. Madame followed him out upon the lobby, and added, holding him by the collar, and whispering earnestly in his ear Bring hair ladysheep up by the backstairsmind, the backstairs. And the next moment Madame entered my room, with long tiptoe steps, and looking, Mary Quince said, as if she were going to be hanged. On entering she looked sharply round, and being satisfied of Mary Quinces presence, she turned the key in the door, and made some affectionate enquiries about me in a whisper; and then she stole to the window and peeped out, standing back some way; after which she came to my bedside, murmured some tender sentences, drew the curtain a little, and making some little fidgety adjustments about the room; among the rest she took the key from the lock, quietly, and put it into her pocket. This was so odd a procedure that honest Mary Quince rose stoutly from her chair, pointing to the lock, with her frank little blue eyes fixed on Madame, and she whisperedWont you put the key in the lock, please? Oh, certainly, Mary Queence; but it is better it shall be locked, for I think her uncle he is coming to see her, and I am sure she would be very much frightened, for he is very much displease, dont you see? and we can tell him she is not well enough, or asleep, and so he weel go away again, without any trouble. I heard nothing of this, which was conducted in close whispers; and Mary, although she did not give Madame credit for caring whether I was frightened or not, and suspected her motives in everything, acquiesced grudgingly, fearing lest her alleged reason might possibly be the true one. So Madame hovered about the door, uneasily; and of what went on elsewhere during that period Lady Knollys afterwards gave me the following account We were very much disappointed; but of course I was glad to see Silas, and your little hobgoblin butler led me upstairs to his room a different way, I think, from that I came before; but I dont know the house of Bartram well enough to speak positively. I only know that I was conducted quite across his bedroom, which I had not seen on my former visit, and so into his sittingroom, where I found him. He seemed very glad to see me, came forward smilingI disliked his smile alwayswith both hands out, and shook mine with more warmth than I ever remembered in his greeting before, and said  My dear, dear Monica, how very good of youthe very person I longed to see! I have been miserably ill, the sad consequence of still more miserable anxiety. Sit down, pray, for a moment. And he paid me some nice little French compliment in verse.  And where is Maud? said I.  I think Maud is by this time about halfway to Elverston, said the old gentleman. I persuaded her to take a drive, and advised a call there, which seemed to please her, so I conjecture she obeyed.  How very provoking! cried I.  My poor Maud will be sadly disappointed, but you will console her by a visityou have promised to come, and I shall try to make you comfortable. I shall be happier, Monica, with this proof of our perfect reconciliation. You wont deny me?  Certainly not. I am only too glad to come, said I; and I want to thank you, Silas.  For what? said he.  For wishing to place Maud in my care. I am very much obliged to you.  I did not suggest it, I must say, Monica, with the least intention of obliging you, said Silas. I thought he was going to break into one of his ungracious moods.  But I am obliged to youvery much obliged to you, Silas; and you shant refuse my thanks.  I am happy, at all events, Monica, in having won your goodwill; we learn at last that in the affections only are our capacities for happiness; and how true is St. Pauls preference of lovethe principle that abideth! The affections, dear Monica, are eternal; and being so, celestial, divine, and consequently happy, deriving happiness, and bestowing it. I was always impatient of his or anybody elses metaphysics; but I controlled myself, and only said, with my customary impudence  Well, dear Silas, and when do you wish me to come?  The earlier the better, said he.  Lady Mary and Ilbury will be leaving me on Tuesday morning. I can come to you in the afternoon, if you think Tuesday a good day.  Thank you, dear Monica. I shall be, I trust, enlightened by that day as to my enemies plans. It is a humiliating confession, Monica, but I am past feeling that. It is quite possible that an execution may be sent into this house tomorrow, and an end of all my schemes. It is not likely, howeverhardly possiblebefore three weeks, my attorney tells me. I shall hear from him tomorrow morning, and then I shall ask you to name a very early day. If we are to have an unmolested fortnight certain, you shall hear, and name your own day. Then he asked me who had accompanied me, and lamented ever so much his not being able to go down to receive them; and he offered luncheon, with a sort of Ravenswood smile, and a shrug, and I declined, telling him that we had but a few minutes, and that my companions were walking in the grounds near the house. I asked whether Maud was likely to return soon?  Certainly not before five oclock. He thought we should probably meet her on our way back to Elverston; but could not be certain, as she might have changed her plans. So then cameno more remaining to be saida very affectionate parting. I believe all about his legal dangers was strictly true. How he could, unless that horrid woman had deceived him, with so serene a countenance tell me all those gross untruths about Maud, I can only admire. In the meantime, as I lay in my bed, Madame, gliding hither and thither, whispering sometimes, listening at others, I suddenly startled them both by saying Whose carriage? What carriage, dear? inquired Quince, whose ears were not so sharp as mine. Madame peeped from the window.  Tis the physician, Doctor Jolks. He is come to see your uncle, my dear, said Madame. But I hear a female voice, I said, sitting up. No, my dear; there is only the doctor, said Madame. He is come to your uncle. I tell you he is getting out of his carriage, and she affected to watch the doctors descent. The carriage is driving away! I cried. Yes, it is draiving away, she echoed. But I had sprung from my bed, and was looking over her shoulder, before she perceived me. It is Lady Knollys! I screamed, seizing the windowframe to force it up, and, vainly struggling to open it, I cried Im here, Cousin Monica. For Gods sake, Cousin MonicaCousin Monica! You are mad, Meessgo back, screamed Madame, exerting her superior strength to force me back. But I saw deliverance and escape gliding away from my reach, and, strung to unnatural force by desperation, I pushed past her, and beat the window wildly with my hands, screaming Save mesave me! Here, here, Monica, here! Cousin, cousin, oh! save me! Madame had seized my wrists, and a wild struggle was going on. A windowpane was broken, and I was shrieking to stop the carriage. The Frenchwoman looked black and haggard as a fury, as if she could have murdered me. Nothing dauntedfranticI screamed in my despair, seeing the carriage drive swiftly awayseeing Cousin Monicas bonnet, as she sat chatting with her visvis. Oh, oh, oh! I shrieked, in vain and prolonged agony, as Madame, exerting her strength and matching her fury against my despair, forced me back in spite of my wild struggles, and pushed me sitting on the bed, where she held me fast, glaring in my face, and chuckling and panting over me. I think I felt something of the despair of a lost spirit. I remember the face of poor Mary Quinceits horror, its wonderas she stood gaping into my face, over Madames shoulder, and crying What is it, Miss Maud? What is it, dear? And turning fiercely on Madame, and striving to force her grasp from my wrists, Are you hurting the child? Let her golet her go. I weel let her go. Wat old fool are you, Mary Queence! She is mad, I think. She as lost hair head. Oh, Mary, cry from the window. Stop the carriage! I cried. Mary looked out, but there was by this time, of course, nothing in sight. Why dont a you stop the carriage? sneered Madame. Call a the coachman and the postilion. Were is the footman? Bah! Elle a le cerveau mal timbr. Oh, Mary, Mary, is it goneis it gone? Is there nothing there? cried I, rushing to the window; and turning to Madame, after a vain straining of my eyes, my face against the glass Oh, cruel, cruel, wicked woman! why have you done this? What was it to you? Why do you persecute me? What good can you gain by my ruin? Rueen! Par bleu! ma chre, you talk too fast. Did not a you see it, Mary Queence? It was the doctors carriage, and Mrs. Jolks, and that eempudent faylow, young Jolks, staring up to the window, and Mademoiselle she come in soche shocking deshabille to show herself knocking at the window. Twould be very nice thing, Mary Queence, dont you think? I was sitting now on the bedside, crying in mere despair. I did not care to dispute or to resist. Oh! why had rescue come so near, only to prove that it could not reach me? So I went on crying, with a clasping of my hands and turning up of my eyes, in incoherent prayer. I was not thinking of Madame, or of Mary Quince, or any other person, only babbling my anguish and despair helplessly in the ear of heaven. I did not think there was soche fool. Wat enfant gat! My dear cheaile, wat a can you mean by soche strange language and conduct? Wat for should a you weesh to display yourself in the window in soche orrible deshabille to the people in the doctors coach? It was Cousin KnollysCousin Knollys. Oh, Cousin Knollys! Youre goneyoure goneyoure gone! And if it was Lady Knollys coach, there was certainly a coachman and a footman; and whoever has the coach there was young gentlemen in it. If it was Lady Knollys carriage it would av been worse than the doctor. It is no matterit is all over. Oh, Cousin Monica, your poor Maudwhere is she to turn? Is there no help? That evening Madame visited me again, in one of her sedate and moral moods. She found me dejected and passive, as she had left me. I think, Maud, there is news; but I am not certain. I raised my head and looked at her wistfully. I think there is letter of bad news from the attorney in London. Oh! I said, in a tone which I am sure implied the absolute indifference of dejection. But, my dear Maud, ift be so, we shall go at once, you and me, to join Meess Millicent in France. La belle France! You weel like so moche! We shall be so gay. You cannot imagine there are such naice girl there. They all love a me so moche, you will be delight. How soon do we go? I asked. I do not know. Bote I was to bring in a case of eau de cologne that came this evening, and he laid down a letter and sayThe blow has descended, Madame! My niece must hold herself in readiness. I said, For what, Monsieur? twice; bote he did not answer. I am sure it is un procs. They av ruin him. Eh bien, my dear. I suppose we shall leave this triste place immediately. I am so rejoice. It appears to me un cimetire! Yes, I should like to leave it, I said, sitting up, with a great sigh and sunken eyes. It seemed to me that I had quite lost all sense of resentment towards Madame. A debility of feeling had supervenedthe fatigue, I suppose, and prostration of the passions. I weel make excuse to go into his room again, said Madame; and I weel endeavor to learn something more from him, and I weel come back again to you in half an hour. She departed. But in half an hour did not return. I had a dull longing to leave BartramHaugh. For me, since the departure of poor Milly, it had grown like the haunt of evil spirits, and to escape on any terms from it was a blessing unspeakable. Another halfhour passed, and another, and I grew insufferably feverish. I sent Mary Quince to the lobby to try and see Madame, who, I feared, was probably toing and froing in and out of Uncle Silass room. Mary returned to tell me that she had seen old Wyat, who told her that she thought Madame had gone to her bed half an hour before. XXIV A Sudden Departure Mary, said I, I am miserably anxious to hear what Madame may have to tell; she knows the state I am in, and she would not like so much trouble as to look in at my door to say a word. Did you hear what she told me? No, Miss Maud, she answered, rising and drawing near. She thinks we are going to France immediately, and to leave this place perhaps forever. Heaven be praised for that, if it be so, Miss! said Mary, with more energy than was common with her, for there is no luck about it, and I dont expect to see you ever well or happy in it. You must take your candle, Mary, and make out her room, upstairs; I found it accidentally myself one evening. But Wyat wont let us upstairs. Dont mind her, Mary; I tell you to go. You must try. I cant sleep till we hear. What direction is her room in, Miss? asked Mary. Somewhere in that direction, Mary, I answered, pointing. I cannot describe the turns; but I think you will find it if you go along the great passage to your left, on getting to the top of the stairs, till you come to the crossgalleries, and then turn to your left; and when you have passed four or perhaps five doors, you must be very near it, and I am sure she will hear if you call. But will she tell meshe is such a rum un, Miss? suggested Mary. Tell her exactly what I have said to you, and when she learns that you already know as much as I do, she mayunless, indeed, she wishes to torture me. If she wont, perhaps at least you can persuade her to come to me for a moment. Try, dear Mary; we can but fail. Will you be very lonely, Miss, while I am away? asked Mary, uneasily, as she lighted her candle. I cant help it, Mary. Go. I think if I heard we were going, I could almost get up and dance and sing. I cant bear this dreadful uncertainty any longer. If old Wyat is outside, Ill come back and wait here a bit, till shes out o the way, said Mary; and, anyhow, Ill make all the haste I can. The drops and the salvolatile is here, Miss, by your hand. And with an anxious look at me, she made her exit, softly, and did not immediately return, by which I concluded that she had found the way clear, and had gained the upper story without interruption. This little anxiety ended, its subsidence was followed by a sense of loneliness, and with it, of vague insecurity, which increased at last to such a pitch, that I wondered at my own madness in sending my companion away; and at last my terrors so grew, that I drew back into the farthest corner of the bed, with my shoulders to the wall, and my bedclothes huddled about me, with only a point open to peep at. At last the door opened gently. Whos there? I cried, in extremity of horror, expecting I knew not whom. Me, Miss, whispered Mary Quince, to my unutterable relief; and with her candle flared, and a wild and pallid face, Mary Quince glided into the room, locking the door as she entered. I do not know how it was, but I found myself holding Mary fast with both my hands as we stood side by side on the floor. Mary, you are terrified; for Gods sake, what is the matter? I cried. No, Miss, said Mary, faintly, not much. I see it in your face. What is it? Let me sit down, Miss. Ill tell you what I saw; only Im just a bit queerish. Mary sat down by my bed. Get in, Miss; youll take cold. Get into bed, and Ill tell you. It is not much. I did get into bed, and gazing on Marys frightened face, I felt a corresponding horror. For mercys sake, Mary, say what it is? So again assuring me it was not much, she gave me in a somewhat diffuse and tangled narrative the following facts On closing my door, she raised her candle above her head and surveyed the lobby, and seeing no one there she ascended the stairs swiftly. She passed along the great gallery to the left, and paused a moment at the cross gallery, and then recollected my directions clearly, and followed the passage to the right. There are doors at each side, and she had forgotten to ask me at which Madames was. She opened several. In one room she was frightened by a bat, which had very nearly put her candle out. She went on a little, paused, and began to lose heart in the dismal solitude, when on a sudden, a few doors farther on, she thought she heard Madames voice. She said that she knocked at the door, but receiving no answer, and hearing Madame still talking within, she opened it. There was a candle on the chimneypiece, and another in a stable lantern near the window. Madame was conversing volubly on the hearth, with her face toward the window, the entire frame of which had been taken from its place Dickon Hawkes, the Zamiel of the wooden leg, was supporting it with one hand, as it leaned imperfectly against the angle of the recess. There was a third figure standing, buttoned up in a surtout, with a bundle of tools under his arm, like a glazier, and, with a silent thrill of fear, she distinctly recognised the features as those of Dudley Ruthyn.  Twas him, Miss, so sure as I sit here! Well, like that, they were as mute as mice; three pairs of eyes were on me. I dont know what made me so study like, but somat told me I should not make as though I knew any but Madame; and so I made a courtesy, as well as I could, and I said, Might I speak a word wi ye, please, on the lobby? Mr. Dudley was making belief be this time to look out at window, wi his back to me, and I kept looking straight on Madame, and she said, Theyre mendin my broken glass, Mary, walking between them and me, and coming close up to me very quick; and so she marched me backward out o the door, prating all the time. When we were on the lobby, she took my candle from my hand, shutting the door behind her, and she held the light a bit behind her ear; so twas full on my face, as she looked sharp into it; and, after a bit, she said again, in her queer lingothere was two panes broke in her room, and men sent for to mend it. I was awful frightened when I saw Mr. Dudley, for I could not believe any such thing before, and I dont know how I could look her in the face as I did and not show it. I was as smooth and cool as yonder chimneypiece, and she has an awful evil eye to stan against; but I never flinched, and I think shes puzzled, for as cunning as she is, whether I believe all she said, or knowed twas a pack o stories. So I told her your message, and she said she had not heard another word since; but she did believe we had not many more days here, and would tell you if she heard tonight, when she brought his soup to your uncle, in half an hours time.


I asked her, as soon as I could speak, whether she was perfectly certain as to the fact that the man in the surtout was Dudley, and she made answer Id swear to him on that Bible, Miss. So far from any longer wishing Madames return that night, I trembled at the idea of it. Who could tell who might enter the room with her when the door opened to admit her? Dudley, so soon as he recovered the surprise, had turned about, evidently anxious to prevent recognition; Dickon Hawkes stood glowering at her. Both might have hope of escaping recognition in the imperfect light, for the candle on the chimneypiece was flaring in the air, and the light from the lantern fell in spots, and was confusing. What could that ruffian, Hawkes, be doing in the house? Why was Dudley there? Could a more ominous combination be imagined? I puzzled my distracted head over all Mary Quinces details, but could make nothing of their occupation. I know of nothing so terrifying as this kind of perpetual puzzling over ominous problems. You may imagine how the long hours of that night passed, and how my heart beat at every fancied sound outside my door. But morning came, and with its light some reassurance. Early, Madame de la Rougierre made her appearance; she searched my eyes darkly and shrewdly, but made no allusion to Mary Quinces visit. Perhaps she expected some question from me, and, hearing none, thought it as well to leave the subject at rest. She had merely come in to say that she had heard nothing since, but was now going to make my uncles chocolate; and that so soon as her interview was ended she would see me again, and let me hear anything she should have gleaned. In a little while a knock came to my door, and Mary Quince was ordered by old Wyat into my uncles room. She returned flushed, in a huge fuss, to say that I was to be up and dressed for a journey in half an hour, and to go straight, when dressed, to my uncles room. It was good news; at the same time it was a shock. I was glad. I was stunned. I jumped out of bed, and set about my toilet with an energy quite new to me. Good Mary Quince was busily packing my boxes, and consulting as to what I should take with me, and whatnot. Was Mary Quince to accompany me? He had not said a word on that point; and I feared from his silence she was to remain. There was comfort, however, in thisthat the separation would not be for long; I felt confident of that; and I was about to join Milly, whom I loved better than I could have believed before our separation; but whatsoever the conditions might be, it was an indescribable relief to have done with BartramHaugh, and leave behind me its sinister lines of circumvallation, its haunted recesses, and the awful spectres that had lately appeared within its walls. I stood too much in awe of my uncle to fail in presenting myself punctually at the close of the halfhour. I entered his sittingroom under the shadow of sour old Wyats highcauled cap; she closed the door behind me, and the conference commenced. Madame de la Rougierre sat there, dressed and draped for a journey, and with a thick black lace veil on. My uncle rose, gaunt and venerable, and with a harsh and severe countenance. He did not offer his hand; he made me a kind of bow, more of repulsion than of respect. He remained in a standing position, supporting his crooked frame by his hand, which he leaned on a despatchbox; he glared on me steadily with his wild phosphoric eyes, from under the dark brows I have described to you, now corrugated in lines indescribably stern. You shall join my daughter at the Pension, in France; Madame de la Rougierre shall accompany you, said my uncle, delivering his directions with the stern monotony and the measured pauses of a person dictating an important despatch to a secretary. Old Mrs. Quince shall follow with me, or, if alone, in a week. You shall pass tonight in London; tomorrow night you proceed thence to Dover, and cross by the mailpacket. You shall now sit down and write a letter to your cousin Monica Knollys, which I will first read and then despatch. Tomorrow you shall write a note to Lady Knollys, from London, telling her how you have got over so much of your journey, and that you cannot write from Dover, as you must instantly start by the packet on reaching it; and that until my affairs are a little settled, you cannot write to her from France, as it is of high importance to my safety that no clue should exist as to our address. Intelligence, however, shall reach her through my attorneys, Archer and Sleigh, and I trust we shall soon return. You will, please, submit that latter note to Madame de la Rougierre, who has my directions to see that it contains no libels upon my character. Now, sit down. So, with those unpleasant words tingling in my ears, I obeyed. Write, said he, when I was duly placed. You shall convey the substance of what I say in your own language. The immiment danger this morning announced of an executionremember the word, and he spelled it for mebeing put into this house either this afternoon or tomorrow, compels me to anticipate my plans, and despatch you for France this day. That you are starting with an attendant. Here an uneasy movement from Madame, whose dignity was perhaps excited. An attendant, he repeated, with a discordant emphasis; and you can, if you pleasebut I dont solicit that justicesay that you have been as kindly treated here as my unfortunate circumstances would permit. That is all. You have just fifteen minutes to write. Begin. I wrote accordingly. My hysterical state had made me far less combative than I might have proved some months since, for there was much that was insulting as well as formidable in his manner. I completed my letter, however, to his satisfaction in the prescribed time; and he said, as he laid it and its envelope on the table Please to remember that this lady is not your attendant only, but that she has authority to direct every detail respecting your journey, and will make all the necessary payments on the way. You will please, then, implicitly to comply with her directions. The carriage awaits you at the halldoor. Having thus spoken, with another grim bow, and I wish you a safe and pleasant journey, he receded a step or two, and I, with an undefinable kind of melancholy, though also with a sense of relief, withdrew. My letter, I afterwards found, reached Lady Knollys, accompanied by one from Uncle Silas, who saidDear Maud apprises me that she has written to tell you something of our movements. A sudden crisis in my miserable affairs compels a breakup as sudden here. Maud joins my daughter at the Pension, in France. I purposely omit the address, because I mean to reside in its vicinity until this storm shall have blown over; and as the consequences of some of my unhappy entanglements might pursue me even there, I must only for the present spare you the pain and trouble of keeping a secret. I am sure that for some little time you will excuse the girls silence; in the meantime you shall hear of them, and perhaps circuitously, from me. Our dear Maud started this morning en route for her destination, very sorry, as am I, that she could not enjoy first a flying visit to Elverston, but in high spirits, notwithstanding, at the new life and sights before her. At the door my beloved old friend, Mary Quince, awaited me. Am I going with you, Miss Maud? I burst into tears and clasped her in my arms. Im not, said Mary, very sorrowfully; and I never was from you yet, Miss, since you wasnt the length of my arm. And kind old Mary began to cry with me. Bote you are coming in a few days, Mary Quince, expostulated Madame. I wonder you are soche fool. What is two, three days? Bah! nonsense, girl. Another farewell to poor Mary Quince, quite bewildered at the suddenness of her bereavement. A serious and tremulous bow from our little old butler on the steps. Madame bawling through the open window to the driver to make good speed, and remember that we had but nineteen minutes to reach the station. Away we went. Old Crowles iron grille rolled back before us. I looked on the receding landscape, the giant treesthe palatial, timestained mansion. A strange conflict of feelings, sweet and bitter, rose and mingled in the reverie. Had I been too hard and suspicious with the inhabitants of that old house of my family? Was my uncle justly indignant? Was I ever again to know such pleasant rambles as some of those I had enjoyed with dear Millicent through the wild and beautiful woodlands I was leaving behind me? And there, with my latest glimpse of the front of BartramHaugh, I beheld dear old Mary Quince gazing after us. Again my tears flowed. I waved my handkerchief from the window; and now the parkwall hid all from view, and at a great pace, throught the steep wooded glen, with the rocky and precipitous character of a ravine, we glided; and when the road next emerged, BartramHaugh was a misty mass of forest and chimneys, slope and hollow, and we within a few minutes of the station. XXV The Journey Waiting for the train, as we stood upon the platform, I looked back again toward the wooded uplands of Bartram; and far behind, the fine range of mountains, azure and soft in the distance, beyond which lay beloved old Knowl, and my lost father and mother, and the scenes of my childhood, never embittered except by the sibyl who sat beside me. Under happier circumstances I should have been, at my then early age, quite wild with pleasurable excitement on entering London for the first time. But black Care sat by me, with her pale hand in mine a voice of fear and warning, whose words I could not catch, was always in my ear. We drove through London, amid the glare of lamps, toward the Westend, and for a little while the sense of novelty and curiosity overcame my despondency, and I peeped eagerly from the window; while Madame, who was in high goodhumour, spite of the fatigues of our long railway flight, screeched scraps of topographic information in my ear; for London was a picturebook in which she was well read. That is Euston Square, my dearRussell Square. Here is Oxford StreetHaymarket. See, there is the Opera HouseHair Majestys Theatre. See all the carriages waiting; and so on, till we reached at length a little narrow street, which she told me was off Piccadilly, where we drew up before a private house, as it seemed to mea family hoteland I was glad to be at rest for the night. Fatigued with the peculiar fatigue of railway travelling, dusty, a little chilly, with eyes aching and wearied, I ascended the stairs silently, our garrulous and bustling landlady leading the way, and telling her ofttold story of the house, its noble owner in old time, and how those fine drawingrooms were taken every year during the Session by the Bishop of RochetonCopeley, and at last into our doublebedded room. I would fain have been alone, but I was too tired and dejected to care very much for anything. At tea, Madame expanded in spirit, like a giant refreshed, and chattered and sang; and at last, seeing that I was nodding, advised my going to bed, while she ran across the street to see her dear old friend, Mademoiselle St. Eloi, who was sure to be up, and would be offended if she failed to make her ever so short a call. I cared little what she said, and was glad to be rid of her even for a short time, and was soon fast asleep. I saw her, I know not how much later, poking about the room, like a figure in a dream, and taking off her things. She had her breakfast in bed next morning, and I was, to my comfort, left to take mine in solitary possession of our sittingroom; where I began to wonder how little annoyance I had as yet suffered from her company, and began to speculate upon the chances of my making the journey with tolerable comfort. Our hostess gave me five minutes of her valuable time. Her talk ran chiefly upon nuns and convents, and her old acquaintance with Madame; and it seemed to me that she had at one time driven a kind of trade, no doubt profitable enough, in escorting young ladies to establishments on the Continent; and although I did not then quite understand the tone in which she spoke to me, I often thought afterwards that Madame had represented me as a young person destined for the holy vocation of the veil. When she was gone, I sat listlessly looking out of the window, and saw some chance equipages drive by, and now and then a fashionable pedestrian; and wondered if this quiet thoroughfare could really be one of the arteries so near the heart of the tumultuous capital. I think my nervous vitality must have burnt very low just then, for I felt perfectly indifferent about all the novelty and world of wonders beyond, and should have hated to leave the dull tranquillity of my window for an excursion through the splendours of the unseen streets and palaces that surrounded me. It was one oclock before Madame joined me; and finding me in this dull mood, she did not press me to accompany her in her drive, no doubt well pleased to be rid of me. After tea that evening, as we sat alone in our room, she entertained me with some very odd conversationat the time unintelligiblebut which acquired a tolerably distinct meaning from the events that followed. Two or three times that day Madame appeared to me on the point of saying something of grave import, as she scanned me with her bleak wicked stare. It was a peculiarity of hers, that whenever she was pressed upon by an anxiety that really troubled her, her countenance did not look sad or solicitous, as other peoples would, but simply wicked. Her great gaunt mouth was compressed and drawn down firmly at the corners, and her eyes glared with a dismal scowl. At last she said suddenly Are you ever grateful, Maud? I hope so, Madame, I answered. And how do you show your gratitude? For instance, would a you do great deal for a person who would run risqu for your sake? It struck me all at once that she was sounding me about poor Meg Hawkes, whose fidelity, notwithstanding the treason or cowardice of her lover, Tom Brice, I never doubted; and I grew at once wary and reserved. I know of no opportunity, thank Heaven, for any such service, Madame. How can anyone serve me at present, by themselves incurring danger? What do you mean? Do you like, for example, to go to that French Pension? Would you not like better some other arrangement? Of course there are other arrangements I should like better; but I see no use in talking of them; they are not to be, I answered. What other arrangements do you mean, my dear cheaile? enquired Madame. You mean, I suppose, you would like better to go to Lady Knollys? My uncle does not choose it at present; and except with his consent nothing can be done! He weel never consent, dear cheaile. But he has consentednot immediately indeed, but in a short time, when his affairs are settled. Lanternes! They will never be settle, said Madame. At all events, for the present I am to go to France. Milly seems very happy, and I dare say I shall like it too. I am very glad to leave BartramHaugh, at all events. But your uncle weel bring you back there, said Madame, drily. It is doubtful whether he will ever return to Bartram himself, I said. Ah! said Madame, with a longdrawn nasal intonation, you theenk I hate you. You are quaite wrong, my dear Maud. I am, on the contrary, very much interested for youI am, I assure you, dear a cheaile. And she laid her great hand, with joints misshapen by old chilblains, upon the back of mine. I looked up in her face. She was not smiling. On the contrary, her wide mouth was drawn down at the corners ruefully, as before, and she gazed on my face with a scowl from her abysmal eyes. I used to think the flare of that irony which lighted her face so often immeasurably worse than any other expression she could assume; but this lacklustre stare and dismal collapse of feature was more wicked still. Suppose I should bring you to Lady Knollys, and place you in her charge, what would a you do then for poor Madame? said this dark spectre. I was inwardly startled at these words. I looked into her unsearchable face, but could draw thence nothing but fear. Had she made the same overture only two days since, I think I would have offered her half my fortune. But circumstances were altered. I was no longer in the panic of despair. The lesson I had received from Tom Brice was fresh in my mind, and my profound distrust of her was uppermost. I saw before me only a tempter and betrayer, and said Do you mean to imply, Madame, that my guardian is not to be trusted, and that I ought to make my escape from him, and that you are really willing to aid me in doing so? This, you see, was turning the tables upon her. I looked her steadily in the face as I spoke. She returned my gaze with a strange stare and a gape, which haunted me long after; and it seemed as we sat in utter silence that each was rather horribly fascinated by the others gaze. At last she shut her mouth sternly, and eyes me with a more determined and meaning scowl, and then said in a low tone I believe, Maud, that you are a cunning and wicked little thing. Wisdom is not cunning, Madame; nor is it wicked to ask your meaning in explicit language, I replied. And so, you clever cheaile, we two sit here, playing at a game of chess, over this little table, to decide which shall destroy the otheris it not so? I will not allow you to destroy me, I retorted, with a sudden flash. Madame stood up, and rubbed her mouth with her open hand. She looked to me like some evil being seen in a dream. I was frightened. You are going to hurt me! I ejaculated, scarce knowing what I said. If I were, you deserve it. You are very malicious, ma chre or, it may be, only very stupid. A knock came to the door. Come in, I cried, with a glad sense of relief. A maid entered. A letter, pleasem, she said, handing it to me. For me, snarled Madame, snatching it. I had seen my uncles hand, and the Feltram postmark. Madame broke the seal, and read. It seemed but a word, for she turned it about after the first momentary glance, and examined the interior of the envelope, and then returned to the line she had already read. She folded the letter again, drawing her nails in a sharp pinch along the creases, as she stared in a blank, hesitating way at me. You are stupid little ingrate, I am employ by Monsieur Ruthyn, and of course I am faithful to my employer. I do not want to talk to you. There, you may read that. She jerked the letter before me on the table. It contained but these words BartramHaugh 30th January, 1845. My Dear Madame, Be so good as to take the halfpast eight oclock train to Dover tonight. Beds are prepared. Yours very truly, Silas Ruthyn. I cannot say what it was in this short advice that struck me with fear. Was it the thick line beneath the word Dover, that was so uncalled for, and gave me a faint but terrible sense of something preconcerted? I said to Madame Why is Dover underlined? I do not know, little fool, no more than you. How can I tell what is passing in your oncles head when he make that a mark? Has it not a meaning, Madame? How can you talk like that? she answered, more in her old way. You are either mocking of me, or you are becoming truly a fool! She rang the bell, called for our bill, saw our hostess; while I made a few hasty prepartions in my room. You need not look after the trunksthey will follow us all right. Let us go, cheailewe av half an hour only to reach the train. No one ever fussed like Madame when occasion offered. There was a cab at the door, into which she hurried me. I assumed that she would give all needful directions, and leaned back, very weary and sleepy already, though it was so early, listening to her farewell screamed from the cabstep, and seeing her black cloak flitting and flapping this way and that, like the wings of a raven disturbed over its prey. In she got, and away we drove through a glare of lamps, and shopwindows, still open; gas everywhere, and cabs, busses, and carriages, still thundering through the streets. I was too tired and too depressed to look at those things. Madame, on the contrary, had her head out of the window till we reached the station. Where are the rest of the boxes? I asked, as Madame placed me in charge of her box and my bag in the office of the terminus. They will follow with Boots in another cab, and will come safe with us in this train. Mind those two, we weel bring in the carriage with us. So into a carriage we got; in came Madames box and my bag; Madame stood at the door, and, I think, frightened away intending passengers, by her size and shrillness. At last the bell rang her into her place, the door clapt, the whistle sounded, and we were off. XXVI Our Bedchamber I had passed a miserable night, and, indeed, for many nights had not had my due proportion of sleep. Still I sometimes fancy that I may have swallowed something in my tea that helped to make me so irresistibly drowsy. It was a very dark nightno moon, and the stars soon hid by the gathering clouds. Madame sat silent, and ruminating in her place, with her rugs about her. I, in my corner similarly enveloped, tried to keep awake. Madame plainly thought I was asleep already, for she stole a leather flask from her pocket, and applied it to her lips, causing an aroma of brandy. But it was vain struggling against the influence that was stealing over me, and I was soon in a profound and dreamless slumber. Madame awoke me at last, in a huge fuss. She had got out all our things and hurried them away to a close carriage which was awaiting us. It was still dark and starless. We got along the platform, I half asleep, the porter carrying our rugs, by the glare of a pair of gasjets in the wall, and out by a small door at the end. I remember that Madame, contrary to her wont, gave the man some money. By the puzzling light of the carriagelamps we got in and took our seats. Go on, screamed Madame, and drew up the window with a great chuck; and we were enclosed in darkness and silence, the most favourable conditions for thought. My sleep had not restored me as it might; I felt feverish, fatigued, and still very drowsy, though unable to sleep as I had done. I dozed by fits and starts, and lay awake, or halfawake, sometimes, not thinking but in a way imagining what kind of a place Dover would be; but too tired and listless to ask Madame any questions, and merely seeing the hedges, grey in the lamplight, glide backward into darkness, as I leaned back. We turned off the main road, at right angles, and drew up. Get down and poosh it, it is open, screamed Madame from the window. A gate, I suppose, was thus passed; for when we resumed our brisk trot, Madame bawled across the carriage We are now in the otel grounds. And so all again was darkness and silence, and I fell into another doze, from which, on waking, I found that we had come to a standstill, and Madame was standing on the low step of an open door, paying the driver. She, herself, pulled her box and the bag in. I was too tired to care what had become of the rest of our luggage. I descended, glancing to the right and left, but there was nothing visible but a patch of light from the lamps on a paved ground and on the wall. We stepped into the hall or vestibule, and Madame shut the door, and I thought I heard the key turn in it. We were in total darkness. Where are the lights, Madamewhere are the people? I asked, more awake than I had been.  Tis pass three oclock, cheaile, bote there is always light here. She was groping at the side; and in a moment more lighted a lucifer match, and so a bedroom candle. We were in a flagged lobby, under an archway at the right, and at the left of which opened long flagged passages, lost in darkness; a winding stair, barely wide enough to admit Madame, dragging her box, led upward under a doorway, in a corner at the right. Come, dear cheaile, take your bag; dont mind the rugs, they are safe enough. But where are we to go? There is no one! I said, looking round in wonder. It certainly was a strange reception at an hotel. Never mind, my dear cheaile. They know me here, and I have always the same room ready when I write for it. Follow me quaitely. So she mounted, carrying the candle. The stair was steep, and the march long. We halted at the second landing, and entered a gaunt, grimy passage. All the way up we had not heard a single sound of life, nor seen a human being, nor so much as passed a gaslight. Viola! here tis, my dear old room. Enter, dearest Maud. And so I did. The room was large and lofty, but shabby and dismal. There was a tall fourpost bed, with its foot beside the window, hung with darkgreen curtains, of some plush or velvet texture, that looked like a dusty pall. The remaining furniture was scant and old, and a ravelled square of threadbare carpet covered a patch of floor at the bedside. The room was grim and large, and had a cold, vaultlike atmosphere, as if long uninhabited; but there were cinders in the grate and under it. The imperfect light of our muttonfat candle made all this look still more comfortless. Madame placed the candle on the chimneypiece, locked the door, and put the key in her pocket. I always do so in otel, said she, with a wink at me. And, then with a long ha! expressive of fatigue and relief, she threw herself into a chair. So ere we are at last! said she; Im glad. Theres your bed, Maud. Mine is in the dressingroom. She took the candle, and I went in with her. A shabby press bed, a chair, and table were all its furniture; it was rather a closet than a dressingroom, and had no door except that through which we had entered. So we returned, and very tired, wondering, I sat down on the side of my bed and yawned. I hope they will call us in time for the packet, I said. Oh yes, they never fail, she answered, looking steadfastly on her box, which she was diligently uncording. Uninviting as was my bed, I was longing to lie down in it; and having made those ablutions which our journey rendered necessary, I at length lay down, having first religiously stuck my talismanic pin, with the head of sealingwax, into the bolster. Nothing escaped the restless eye of Madame. Wat is that, dear cheaile? she enquired, drawing near and scrutinising the head of the gipsy charm, which showed like a little ladybird newly lighted on the sheet. Nothinga charmfolly. Pray, Madame, allow me to go to sleep. So, with another look and a little twiddle between her finger and thumb, she seemed satisfied; but, unhappily for me, she did not seem at all sleepy. She busied herself in unpacking and displaying over the back of the chair a whole series of London purchasessilk dresses, a shawl, a sort of lace demicoiffure then in vogue, and a variety of other articles. The vainest and most slammakin of womenthe merest slut at home, a milliners lay figure out of doorsshe had one square foot of lookingglass upon the chimneypiece, and therein tried effects, and conjured up grotesque simpers upon her sinister and weary face. I knew that the sure way to prolong this worry was to express my uneasiness under it, so I bore it as quietly as I could; and at last fell fast asleep with the gaunt image of Madame, with a festoon of grey silk with a cerise stripe, pinched up in her finger and thumb, and smiling over her shoulder across it into the little shavingglass that stood on the chimney. I awoke suddenly in the morning, and sat up in my bed, having for a moment forgotten all about our travelling. A moment more, however, brought all back again. Are we in time, Madame? For the packet? she enquired, with one of her charming smiles, and cutting a caper on the floor. To be sure; you dont suppose they would forget. We have two hours yet to wait. Can we see the sea from the window? No, dearest cheaile; you will seet time enough. Id like to get up, I said. Time enough, my dear Maud; you are fatigued; are you sure you feel quite well? Well enough to get up; I should be better, I think, out of bed. There is no hurry, you know; you need not even go by the next packet. Your uncle, he tell me, I may use my discretion. Is there any water? They will bring some. Please, Madame, ring the bell. She pulled it with alacrity. I afterwards learnt that it did not ring. What has become of my gipsy pin? I demanded, with an unaccountable sinking of the heart. Oh! the little pin with the red top? maybe it as fall on the ground; we weel find when you get up. I suspected that she had taken it merely to spite me. It would have been quite the thing she would have liked. I cannot describe to you how the loss of this little charm depressed and excited me. I searched the bed; I turned over all the bedclothes; I searched in and outside; at last I gave up. How odious! I cried; somebody has stolen it merely to vex me. And, like a fool as I was, I threw myself on my face on the bed and wept, partly in anger, partly in dismay. After a time, however, this blew over. I had a hope of recovering it. If Madame had stolen it, it would turn up yet. But in the meantime its disappearance troubled me like an omen. I am afraid, my dear cheaile, you are not very well. It is really very odd you should make such fuss about a pin! Nobody would believe! Do you not theenk it would be a good plan to take a your breakfast in your bed? She continued to urge this point for some time. At last, however, having by this time quite recovered my selfcommand, and resolved to preserve ostensibly fair terms with Madame, who could contribute so essentially to make me wretched during the rest of my journey, and possibly to prejudice me very seriously on my arrival, I said quietly Well, Madame, I know it is very silly; but I had kept that foolish little pin so long and so carefully, that I had grown quite fond of it; but I suppose it is lost, and I must content myself, though I cannot laugh as you do. So I will get up now, and dress. I think you will do well to get all the repose you can, answered Madame; but as you please, she added, observing that I was getting up. So soon as I had got some of my things on, I said Is there a pretty view from the window? No, said Madame. I looked out and saw a dreary quadrangle of cut stone, in one side of which my window was placed. As I looked a dream rose up before me. This hotel, I said, in a puzzled way. Is it a hotel? Why this is just likeit is the inner court of BartramHaugh! Madame clapped her large hands together, made a fantastic chass on the floor, burst into a great nasal laugh like the scream of a parrot, and then said Well, dearest Maud, is not clever trick? I was so utterly confounded that I could only stare about me in stupid silence, a spectacle which renewed Madames peals of laughter. We are at BartramHaugh! I repeated, in utter consternation. How was this done? I had no reply but shrieks of laughter, and one of those Walpurgis dances in which she excelled. It is a mistakeis it? What is it? All a mistake, of course. BartramHaugh, it is so like Dover, as all philosophers know. I sat down in total silence, looking out into the deep and dark enclosure, and trying to comprehend the reality and the meaning of all this. Well, Madame, I suppose you will be able to satisfy my uncle of your fidelity and intelligence. But to me it seems that his money has been illspent, and his directions anything but well observed. Ah, ha! Never mind; I think he will forgive me, laughed Madame. Her tone frightened me. I began to think, with a vague but overpowering sense of danger, that she had acted under the Machiavellian directions of her superior. You have brought me back, then, by my uncles orders? Did I say so? No; but what you have said can have no other meaning, though I cant believe it. And why have I been brought here? What is the object of all this duplicity and trick. I will know. It is not possible that my uncle, a gentleman and a kinsman, can be privy to so disreputable a manouvre.


First you will eat your breakfast, dear Maud; next you can tell your story to your uncle, Monsieur Ruthyn; and then you shall hear what he thinks of my so terrible misconduct. What nonsense, cheaile! Can you not think how many things may appen to change a your uncles plans? Is he not in danger to be arrest? Bah! You are cheaile still; you cannot have intelligence more than a cheaile. Dress yourself, and I will order breakfast. I could not comprehend the strategy which had been practised on me. Why had I been so shamelessly deceived? If it were decided that I should remain here, for what imaginable reason had I been sent so far on my journey to France? Why had I been conveyed back with such mystery? Why was I removed to this uncomfortable and desolate room, on the same floor with the apartment in which Charke had met his death, and with no window commanding the front of the house, and no view but the deep and weedchoked court, that looked like a deserted churchyard in a city? I suppose I may go to my own room? I said. Not today, my dear cheaile, for it was all disarrange when we go way; twill be ready again in two three days. Where is Mary Quince? I asked. Mary Quince!she has follow us to France, said Madame, making what in Ireland they call a bull. They are not sure where they will go or what will do for day or two more. I will go and get breakfast. Adieu for a moment. Madame was out of the door as she said this, and I thought I heard the key turn in the lock. XXVII A WellKnown Face Looks In You who have never experienced it can have no idea how angry and frightened you become under the sinister insult of being locked into a room, as on trying the door I found I was. The key was in the lock; I could see it through the hole. I called after Madame, I shook at the solid oakdoor, beat upon it with my hands, kicked itbut all to no purpose. I rushed into the next room, forgettingif indeed I had observed it, that there was no door from it upon the gallery. I turned round in an angry and dismayed perplexity, and, like prisoners in romances, examined the windows. I was shocked and affrighted on discovering in reality what they occasionally finda series of iron bars crossing the window! They were firmly secured in the oak woodwork of the windowframe, and each window was, besides, so compactly screwed down that it could not open. This bedroom was converted into a prison. A momentary hope flashed on meperhaps all the windows were secured alike! But it was no such thing these gaollike precautions were confined to the windows to which I had access. For a few minutes I felt quite distracted; but I bethought me that I must now, if ever, control my terrors and exert whatever faculties I possessed. I stood upon a chair and examined the oakwork. I thought I detected marks of new chiselling here and there. The screws, too, looked new; and they and the scars on the woodwork were freshly smeared over with some coloured stuff by way of disguise. While I was making these observations, I heard the key stealthily stirred. I suspect that Madame wished to surprise me. Her approaching step, indeed, was seldom audible; she had the soft tread of the feline tribe. I was standing in the centre of the room confronting her when she entered. Why did you lock the door, Madame? I demanded. She slipped in suddenly with an insidious smirk, and locked the door hastily. Hish! whispered Madame, raising her broad palm; and then screwing in her cheeks, she made an ogle over her shoulder in the direction of the passage. Hish! be quiate, cheaile, weel you, and I weel tale you everything presently. She paused, with her ear laid to the door. Now I can speak, ma chre; I weel tale a you there is bailiff in the house, two, three, four soche impertinent fallows! They have another as bad as themselve to make a leest of the furniture we most keep them out of these rooms, dear Maud. You left the key in the door on the outside, I retorted; that was not to keep them out, but me in, Madame. Deed I leave the key in the door? ejaculated Madame, with both hands raised, and such a genuine look of consternation as for a moment shook me. It was the nature of this womans deceptions that they often puzzled though they seldom convinced me. I really think, Maud, all those so frequent changes and excitements they weel overturn my poor head. And the windows are secured with iron barswhat are they for? I whispered sternly, pointing with my finger at these grim securities. That is for more a than forty years, when Sir Phileep Aylmer was to reside here, and had this room for his childrens nursery, and was afraid they should fall out. But if you look you will find these bars have been put here very recently the screws and marks are quite new. Eendeed! ejaculated Madame, with prolonged emphasis, in precisely the same consternation. Why, my dear, they told a me down stair what I have tell a you, when I ask the reason! Late a me see. And Madame mounted on a chair, and made her scrutiny with much curiosity, but could not agree with me as to the very recent date of the carpentry. There is nothing, I think, so exasperating as that sort of falsehood which affects not to see what is quite palpable. Do you mean to say, Madame, that you really think those chisellings and screws are forty years old? How can I tell, cheaile? What does signify whether it is forty or only fourteen years? Bah! we av other theeng to theenk about. Those villain men! I am glad to see bar and bolt, and lock and key, at least, to our room, to keep soche faylows out! At that moment a knock came to the door, and Madames nasal in moment answered promptly, and she opened the door, stealthily popping out her head. Oh, that is all right; go you long, no ting more, go way. Whos there? I cried. Hold a your tongue, said Madame imperiously to the visitor, whose voice I fancied I recognisedgo way. Out slipped Madame again, locking the door; but this time she returned immediately, bearing a tray with breakfast. I think she fancied that I would perhaps attempt to break away and escape; but I had no such thought at that moment. She hastily set down the tray on the floor at the threshold, locking the door as before. My share of breakfast was a little tea; but Madames digestion was seldom disturbed by her sympathies, and she ate voraciously. During this process there was a silence unusual in her company; but when her meal was ended she proposed a reconnaissance, professing much uncertainty as to whether my Uncle had been arrested or not. And in case the poor old gentleman be poot in what you call stone jug, where are we to go my dear Maudto Knowl or to Elverston? You must direct. And so she disappeared, turning the key in the door as before. It was an old custom of hers, locking herself in her room, and leaving the key in the lock; and the habit prevailed, for she left it there again. With a heavy heart I completed my simple toilet, wondering all the while how much of Madames story might be false and how much, if any, true. Then I looked out upon the dingy courtyard below, in its deep damp shadow, and thought, How could an assassin have scaled that height in safety, and entered so noiselessly as not to awaken the slumbering gamester? Then there were the iron bars across my window. What a fool had I been to object to that security! I was labouring hard to reassure myself, and keep all ghastly suspicions at arms length. But I wished that my room had been to the front of the house, with some view less dismal. Lost in these ruminations of fear, as I stood at the window I was startled by the sound of a sharp tread on the lobby, and by the key turning in the lock of my door. In a panic I sprang back into the corner, and stood with my eyes fixed upon the door. It opened a little, and the black head of Meg Hawkes was introduced. Oh, Meg! I cried; thank God! I guessed twas you, Miss Maud. I am feared, Miss. The millers daughter was pale, and her eyes, I thought, were red and swollen. Oh, Meg! for Gods sake, what is it all? I darnt come in. The old uns gone down, and locked the crossdoor, and left me to watch. They think I care nout about ye, no more nor themselves. I donna know all, but summat more nor her. They tell her nout, shes so gin to drink; they say shes not safe, an awful quarrelsome. I hear a deal when fayther and Master Dudley be atalkin in the mill. They think, comin in an out, I dont mind; but I put one think an tother together. An dont ye eat nor drink nout here, Miss; hide away this; its black enough, but wholesome anyhow! and she slipt a piece of a coarse loaf from under her apron. Hide it mind. Drink nout but the water in the jug thereits clean spring. Oh, Meg! Oh, Meg! I know what you mean, said I, faintly. Ay, Miss, Im feared theyll try it; theyll try to make away wi ye somehow. Im goin to your friends arter dark; I darnt try it no sooner. Ill git awa to Ellerston, to your ladycousin, and Ill bring em back wi me in a rin; so keep a good hairt, lass. Meg Hawkes will stan to ye. Ye were better to me than fayther and mother, and a, and she clasped me round the waist, and buried her head in my dress; an Ill gie my life for ye, darling, and if they hurt ye Ill kill myself. She recovered her sterner mood quickly Not a word, lass, she said, in her old tone. Dont ye try to git awaytheyll kill yeye cant dot. Leave a to me. It wont be, whatever it is, till two or three oclock in the morning. Ill hae them a here long afore; so keep a brave hearttheres a darling. I suppose she heard, or fancied she heard, a step approaching, for she said Hish! Her pale wild face vanished, the door shut quickly and softly, and the key turned again in the lock. Meg, in her rude way, had spoken softlyalmost under her breath; but no prophecy shrieked by the Pythoness ever thundered so madly in the ears of the hearer. I dare say that Meg fancied I was marvellously little moved by her words. I felt my gaze grow intense, and my flesh and bones literally freeze. She did not know that every word she spoke seemed to burst like a blaze in my brain. She had delivered her frightful warning, and told her story coarsely and bluntly, which, in effect, means distinctly and concisely; and, I dare say, the announcement so made, like a quick bold incision in surgery, was more tolerable than the slow imperfect mangling, which falters and recedes and equivocates with torture. Madame was long away. I sat down at the window, and tried to appreciate my dreadful situation. I was stupidthe imagery was all frightful; but I beheld it as we sometimes see horrorsheads cut off and houses burntin a dream, and without the corresponding emotions. It did not seem as if all this were really happening to me. I remember sitting at the window, and looking and blinking at the opposite side of the building, like a person unable but striving to see an object distinctly, and every minute pressing my hand to the side of my head and saying Oh, it wont beit wont beOh no!never!it could not be! And in this stunned state Madame found me on her return. But the valley of the shadow of death has its varieties of dread. The horror of great darkness is disturbed by voices and illumed by sights. There are periods of incapacity and collapse, followed by paroxysms of active terror. Thus in my journey during those long hours I found itagonies subsiding into lethargies, and these breaking again into frenzy. I sometimes wonder how I carried my reason safely through the ordeal. Madame locked the door, and amused herself with her own business, without minding me, humming little nasal snatches of French airs, as she smirked on her silken purchases displayed in the daylight. Suddenly it struck me that it was very dark, considering how early it was. I looked at my watch; it seemed to me a great effort of concentration to understand it. Four oclock, it said. Four oclock! It would be dark at fivenight in one hour! Madame, what oclock is it? Is it evening? I cried with my hand to my forehead, like a person puzzled. Two three minutes past four. It had five minutes to four when I came upstairs, answered she, without interrupting her examination of a piece of darned lace which she was holding close to her eyes at the window. Oh, Madame! Madame! Im frightened, cried I, with a wild and piteous voice, grasping her arm, and looking up, as shipwrecked people may their last to heaven, into her inexorable eyes. Madame looked frightened too, I thought, as she stared into my face. At last she said, rather angrily, and shaking her arm loose What you mean, cheaile? Oh save me, Madame!oh save me!oh save me, Madame! I pleaded, with the wild monotony of perfect terror, grasping and clinging to her dress, and looking up, with an agonised face, into the eyes of that shadowy Atropos. Save a you, indeed! Save! What niaiserie! Oh, Madame! Oh, dear Madame! for Gods sake, only get me awayget me from this, and Ill do everything you ask me all my lifeI willindeed, Madame, I will! Oh save me! save me! save me! I was clinging to Madame as to my guardian angel in my agony. And who told you, cheaile, you are in any danger? demanded Madame, looking down on me with a black and witchlike stare. I am, MadameI amin great danger! Oh, Madame, think of metake pity on me! I have none to help methere is no one but God and you! Madame all this time viewed me with the same dismal stare, like a sorceress reading futurity in my face. Well, maybe you arehow can I tell? Maybe your uncle is madmaybe you are mad. You have been my enemy alwayswhy should I care? Again I burst into wild entreaty, and, clasping her fast, poured forth my supplications with the bitterness of death. I have no confidence in you, little Maud; you are little roguepetite tratresse! Reflect, if you can, how you av always treat Madame. You av attempt to ruin meyou conspire with the bad domestics at Knowl to destroy meand you expect me here to take a your part! You would never listen to meyou ad no mercy for meyou join to hunt me away from your house like wolf. Well, what you expect to find me now? Bah! This terrific Bah! with a long nasal yell of scorn, rang in my ears like a clap of thunder. I say you are mad, petite insolente, to suppose I should care for you more than the poor hare it will care for the houndmore than the bird who has escape will love the oiseleur. I do not careI ought not care. It is your turn to suffer. Lie down on your bed there, and suffer quaitely. XXVIII Spiced Claret I did not lie down; but I despaired. I walked round and round the room, wringing my hands in utter distraction. I threw myself at the bedside on my knees. I could not pray; I could only shiver and moan, with hands clasped, and eyes of horror turned up to heaven. I think Madame was, in her malignant way, perplexed. That some evil was intended me I am sure she was persuaded; but I dare say Meg Hawkes had said rightly in telling me that she was not fully in their secrets. The first paroxysm of despair subsided into another state. All at once my mind was filled with the idea of Meg Hawkes, her enterprise, and my chances of escape. There is one point at which the road to Elverston makes a short ascent there is a sudden curve there, two great ashtrees, with a roadside stile between, at the right side, covered with ivy. Driving back and forward, I did not recollect having particularly remarked this point in the highway; but now it was before me, in the thin light of the thinnest segment of moon, and the figure of Meg Hawkes, her back toward me, always ascending towards Elverston. It was constantly the same picturethe same motion without progressthe same dreadful suspense and impatience. I was now sitting on the side of the bed, looking wistfully across the room. When I did not see Meg Hawkes, I beheld Madame darkly eyeing first one then another point of the chamber, evidently puzzling over some problem, and in one of her most savage moodssometimes muttering to herself, sometimes protruding, and sometimes screwing up her great mouth. She went into her own room, where she remained, I think, nearly ten minutes, and on her return there was that in the flash of her eyes, the glow of her face, and the peculiar fragrance that surrounded her, that showed she had been partaking of her favourite restorative. I had not moved since she left my room. She paused about the middle of the floor, and looked at me with what I can only describe as her wildbeast stare. You are a very secrete family, you Ruthynsyou are so coning. I hate the coning people. By my faith, I weel see Mr. Silas Ruthyn, and ask wat he mean. I heard him tell old Wyat that Mr. Dudley is gone away tonight. He shall tell me everything, or else I weel make echec et mat aussi vrai que je vis. Madames words had hardly ceased, when I was again watching Meg Hawkes on the steep road, mounting, but never reaching, the top of the acclivity, on the way to Elverston, and mentally praying that she might be brought safely there. Vain prayer of an agonised heart! Megs journey was already frustrated she was not to reach Elverston in time. Madame revisited her apartment, and returned, not, I think, improved in temper. She walked about the room, hustling the scanty furniture hither and thither as she encountered it. She kicked her empty box out of her way, with a horrid crash, and a curse in French. She strode and swaggered round the room, muttering all the way, and turning the corners of her course with a furious whisk. At last, out of the door she went. I think she fancied she had not been sufficiently taken into confidence as to what was intended for me. It was now growing late, and yet no succour! I was seized, I remember, with a dreadful icy shivering. I was listening for signals of deliverance. At ever distant sound, half stifled with a palpitation, these sounds piercing my ear with a horrible and exaggerated distinctnessOh Meg!Oh cousin Monica!Oh come! Oh Heaven, have mercy!Lord, have mercy! I thought I heard a roaring and jangle of voices. Perhaps it came from Uncle Silass room. It might be the tipsy violence of Madame. It mightmerciful Heaven!be the arrival of friends. I started to my feet; I listened, quivering with attention. Was it in my brain?was it real? I was at the door, and it seemed to open of itself. Madame had forgotten to lock it; she was losing her head a little by this time. The key stood in the gallery door beyond; it too, was open. I fled wildly. There was a subsiding sound of voices in my uncles room. I was, I know not how, on the lobby at the great stairhead outside my uncles apartment. My hand was on the banisters, my foot on the first step, when below me and against the faint light that glimmered through the great window on the landing I saw a bulky human form ascending, and a voice said Hush! I staggered back, and at that instant fancied, with a thrill of conviction, I heard Lady Knollyss voice in Uncle Silas room. I dont know how I entered the room; I was there like a ghost. I was frightened at my own state. Lady Knollys was not thereno one but Madame and my guardian. I can never forget the look that Uncle Silas fixed on me as he cowered, seemingly as appalled as I. I think I must have looked like a phantom newly risen from the grave. Whats that?where do you come from? whispered he. Death! death! was my whispered answer, as I froze with terror where I stood. What does she mean?what does all this mean? said Uncle Silas, recovering wonderfully, and turning with a withering sneer on Madame. Do you think it right to disobey my plain directions, and let her run about the house at this hour? Death! death! Oh, pray to God for you and me! I whispered in the same dreadful tones. My uncle stared strangely at me again; and after several horrible seconds, in which he seemed to have recovered himself, he said, sternly and coolly You give too much place to your imagination, niece. Your spirits are in an odd stateyou ought to have advice. Oh, uncle, pity me! Oh, uncle, you are good! youre kind; youre kind when you think. You could notyou could notcould not! Oh, think of your brother that was always so good to you! He sees me here. He sees us both. Oh, save me, unclesave me!and Ill give up everything to you. Ill pray to God to bless youIll never forget your goodness and mercy. But dont keep me in doubt. If Im to go, oh, for Gods sake, shoot me now! You were always odd, niece; I begin to fear you are insane, he replied, in the same stern icy tone. Oh, uncleoh!am I? Am I mad? I hope not; but youll conduct yourself like a sane person if you wish to enjoy the privileges of one. Then, with his finger pointing at me, he turned to Madame, and said, in a tone of suppressed ferocity Whats the meaning of this?why is she here? Madame was gabbling volubly, but to me it was only a shrilly noise. My whole soul was concentrated in my uncle, the arbiter of my life, before whom I stood in the wildest agony of supplication. That night was dreadful. The people I saw dizzily, made of smoke or shining vapour, smiling or frowning, I could have passed my hand through them. They were evil spirits. Theres no ill intended you; by  theres none, said my uncle, for the first time violently agitated. Madame told you why weve changed your room. You told her about the bailiffs, did not you? with a stamp of fury he demanded of Madame, whose nasal roullades of talk were running on like a accompaniment all the time. She had told me indeed only a few hours since, and now it sounded to me like the echo of something heard a month ago or more. You cant go about the house, dn it, with bailiffs in occupation. There nowtheres the whole thing. Get to your room, Maud, and dont vex me. Theres a good girl. He was trying to smile as he spoke these last words, and, with quavering soft tones, to quiet me; but the old scowl was there, the smile was corpselike and contorted, and the softness of his tones was more dreadful than another mans ferocity. There, Madame, shell go quite gently, and you can call if you want help. Dont let it happen again. Come, Maud, said Madame, encircling but not hurting my arm with her grip; let us go, my friend. I did go, you will wonder, as well you mayas you may wonder at the docility with which strong men walk through the pressroom to the drop, and thank the people of the prison for their civility when they bid them goodbye, and facilitate the fixing of the rope and adjusting of the cap. Have you never wondered that they dont make a last battle for life with the unscrupulous energy of terror, instead of surrendering it so gently in cold blood, on a silent calculation, the arithmetic of despair? I went upstairs with Madame like a somnambulist. I rather quickened my step as I drew near my room. I went in, and stood a phantom at the window, looking into the dark quadrange. A thin glimmering crescent hung in the frosty sky, and all heaven was strewn with stars. Over the steep roof at the other side spread on the dark azure of the night this glorious blazonry of the unfathomable Creator. To me a dreadful scrollinexorable eyesthe cloud of cruel witnesses looking down in freezing brightness on my prayers and agonies. I turned about and sat down, leaning my head upon my arms. Then suddenly I sat up, as for the first time the picture of Uncle Silass littered room, and the travelling bags and black boxes plied on the floor by his tablethe desk, hatcase, umbrella, coats, rugs, and mufflers, all ready for a journeyreached my brain and suggested thought. The miseenscne had remained in every detail fixed upon my retina; and how I wonderedWhen is he goinghow soon? Is he going to carry me away and place me in a madhouse? Am Iam I mad? I began to think. Is this all a dream, or is it real? I remembered how a thin polite gentleman, with a tall grizzled head and a black velvet waistcoat, came into the carriage on our journey, and said a few words to me; how Madame whispered him something, and he murmured Oh! very gently, with raised eyebrows, and a glance at me, and thenceforward spoke no more to me, only to Madame, and at the next station carried his hat and other travelling chattels into another carriage. Had she told him I was mad? These horrid bars! Madame always with me! The direful hints that dropt from my uncle! My own terrific sensations!All these evidences revolved in my brain, and presented themselves in turn like writings on a wheel of fire. There came a knock to the door Oh, Meg! Was it she? No; old Wyat whispered Madame something about her room. So Madame reentered, with a little silver tray and flagon in her hands, and a glass. Nothing came from Uncle Silas in ungentlemanlike fashion. Drink, Maud, said Madame, raising the cover, and evidently enjoying the fragrant steam. I could not. I might have done so had I been able to swallow anythingfor I was too distracted to think of Megs warning. Madame suddenly recollected her mistake of that evening, and tried the door; but it was duly locked. She took the key from her pocket and placed it in her breast. You weel av these rooms to yourself, ma chre. I shall sleep downstairs tonight. She poured out some of the hot claret into the glass abstractedly, and drank it off.  Tis very goodI drank without theenk. Bote tis very good. Why dont you drink some? I could not, I repeated. And Madame boldly helped herself. Vary polite, certally, to Madame was it to send nothing at all for hair (so she pronounced her); bote is all same thing. And so she ran on in her tipsy vein, which was loud and sarcastic, with a fierce laugh now and then. Afterwards I heard that they were afraid of Madame, who was given to cross purposes, and violent in her cups. She had been noisy and quarrelsome downstairs. She was under the delusion that I was to be conveyed away that night to a remote and safe place, and she was to be handsomely compensated for services and evidence to be afterwards given. She was not to be trusted, however, with the truth. That was to be known but to three people on earth. I never knew, but I believe that the spiced claret which Madame drank was drugged. She was a person who could, I have been told, drink a great deal without exhibiting any change from it but an inflamed colour and furious temper. I can only state for certain what I saw, and that was, that shortly after she had finished the claret she laid down upon my bed, and, I now know, fell asleep. I then thought she was feigning sleep only, and that she was really watching me. About an hour after this I suddenly heard a little clink in the yard beneath. I peeped out, but saw nothing. The sound was repeated, howeversometimes more frequently, sometimes at long intervals. At last, in the deep shadow next the farther wall, I thought I could discover a figure, sometimes erect, sometimes stooping and bowing toward the earth. I could see this figure only in the rudest outline mingling with the dark. Like a thunderbolt it smote my brain. They are making my grave! After the first dreadful stun I grew quite wild, and ran up and down the room wringing my hands and gasping prayers to heaven. Then a calm stole over mesuch a dreadful calm as I could fancy glide over one who floated in a boat under the shadow of the Traitors Gate, leaving life and hope and trouble behind. Shortly after there came a very low tap at my door; then another, like a tiny postknock. I could never understand why it was I made no answer. Had I done so, and thus shown that I was awake, it might have sealed my fate. I was standing in the middle of the floor staring at the door, which I expected to see open, and admit I knew not what troop of spectres. XXIX The Hour of Death It was a very still night and frosty. My candle had long burnt out. There was still a faint moonlight, which fell in a square of yellow on the floor near the window, leaving the rest of the room in what to an eye less accustomed than mine had become to that faint light would have been total darkness. Now, I am sure, I heard a soft whispering outside my door. I knew that I was in a state of siege! The crisis was come, and strange to say, I felt myself grow all at once resolute and selfpossessed. It was not a subsidence, however, of the dreadful excitement, but a sudden screwingup of my nerves to a pitch such as I cannot describe. I suppose the people outside moved with great caution; and the perfect solidity of the floor, which had not anywhere a creaking board in it, favoured their noiseless movements. It was well for me that there were in the house three persons whom it was part of their plan to mystify respecting my fate. This alone compelled the extreme caution of their proceedings. They suspected that I had placed furniture against the door, and were afraid to force it, lest a crash, a scream, perhaps a long and shrilly struggle, might follow. I remained for a space which I cannot pretend to estimate in the same posture, afraid to stirafraid to move my eye from the door. A very peculiar grating sound above my head startled me from my watchsomething of the character of sawing, only more crunching, and with a faint continued rumble in itutterly inexplicable. It sounded over that portion of the roof which was farthest from the door, toward which I now glided; and as I took my stand under cover of the projecting angle of a clumsy old press that stood close by it, I perceived the room a little darkened, and I saw a man descend and take his stand upon the windowstone. He let go a rope, which, however, was still fast round his body, and employed both his hands, with apparently some exertion, about something at the side of the window, which in a moment more, in one mass, bars and all, swung noiselessly open, admitting the frosty nightair; and the man, whom I now distinctly saw to be Dudley Ruthyn, kneeled on the sill, and stepped, after a moments listening, into the room. His foot made no sound upon the floor; his head was bare, and he wore his usual short shootingjacket. I cowered to the ground in my post of observation. He stood, as it seemed to me irresolutely for a moment, and then drew from his pocket an instrument which I distinctly saw against the faint moonlight. Imagine a hammer, one end of which had been beaten out into a longish tapering spike, with a handle something longer than usual. He drew stealthily to the window, and seemed to examine this hurriedly, and tested its strength with a twist or two of his hand. And then he adjusted it very carefully in his grasp, and made two or three little experimental picks with it in the air. I remained perfectly still, with a terrible composure, crouched in my hidingplace, my teeth clenched, and prepared to struggle like a tigress for my life when discovered. I thought his next measure would be to light a match. I saw a lantern, I fancied, on the windowsill. But this was not his plan. He stole, in a groping way, which seemed strange to me, who could distinguish objects in this light, to the side of my bed, the exact position of which he evidently knew; he stooped over it. Madame was breathing in the deep respiration of heavy sleep. Suddenly but softly he laid, as it seemed to me, his left hand over her face, and nearly at the same instant there came a scrunching blow; an unnatural shriek, beginning small and swelling for two or three seconds into a yell such as are imagined in haunted houses, accompanied by a convulsive sound, as of the motion of running, and the arms drumming on the bed; and then another blowand with a horrid gasp he recoiled a step or two, and stood perfectly still. I heard a horrible tremor quivering through the joints and curtains of the bedsteadthe convulsions of the murdered woman. It was a dreadful sound, like the shaking of a tree and rustling of leaves. Then once more he steps to the side of the bed, and I heard another of those horrid blowsand silenceand anotherand more silenceand the diabolical surgery was ended.