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I
had
been
at
the
window
somewhat
less
than
half
an
hour
,
when
I
saw
something
coming
out
of
the
Count
's
window
.
I
drew
back
and
watched
carefully
,
and
saw
the
whole
man
emerge
.
It
was
a
new
shock
to
me
to
find
that
he
had
on
the
suit
of
clothes
which
I
had
worn
whilst
travelling
here
,
and
slung
over
his
shoulder
the
terrible
bag
which
I
had
seen
the
women
take
away
.
There
could
be
no
doubt
as
to
his
quest
,
and
in
my
garb
,
too
!
This
,
then
,
is
his
new
scheme
of
evil
,
that
he
will
allow
others
to
see
me
,
as
they
think
,
so
that
he
may
both
leave
evidence
that
I
have
been
seen
in
the
towns
or
villages
posting
my
own
letters
,
and
that
any
wickedness
which
he
may
do
shall
by
the
local
people
be
attributed
to
me
.
It
makes
me
rage
to
think
that
this
can
go
on
,
and
whilst
I
am
shut
up
here
,
a
veritable
prisoner
,
but
without
that
protection
of
the
law
which
is
even
a
criminal
's
right
and
consolation
.
I
thought
I
would
watch
for
the
Count
's
return
,
and
for
a
long
time
sat
doggedly
at
the
window
.
Then
I
began
to
notice
that
there
were
some
quaint
little
specks
floating
in
the
rays
of
the
moonlight
.
They
were
like
the
tiniest
grains
of
dust
,
and
they
whirled
round
and
gathered
in
clusters
in
a
nebulous
sort
of
way
.
I
watched
them
with
a
sense
of
soothing
,
and
a
sort
of
calm
stole
over
me
.
I
leaned
back
in
the
embrasure
in
a
more
comfortable
position
,
so
that
I
could
enjoy
more
fully
the
aerial
gambolling
.
Something
made
me
start
up
,
a
low
,
piteous
howling
of
dogs
somewhere
far
below
in
the
valley
,
which
was
hidden
from
my
sight
.
Louder
it
seemed
to
ring
in
my
ears
,
and
the
floating
moats
of
dust
to
take
new
shapes
to
the
sound
as
they
danced
in
the
moonlight
.
I
felt
myself
struggling
to
awake
to
some
call
of
my
instincts
.
Nay
,
my
very
soul
was
struggling
,
and
my
half-remembered
sensibilities
were
striving
to
answer
the
call
.
I
was
becoming
hypnotised
!
Quicker
and
quicker
danced
the
dust
.
The
moonbeams
seemed
to
quiver
as
they
went
by
me
into
the
mass
of
gloom
beyond
.
More
and
more
they
gathered
till
they
seemed
to
take
dim
phantom
shapes
.
And
then
I
started
,
broad
awake
and
in
full
possession
of
my
senses
,
and
ran
screaming
from
the
place
.
The
phantom
shapes
,
which
were
becoming
gradually
materialised
from
the
moonbeams
,
were
those
three
ghostly
women
to
whom
I
was
doomed
.
I
fled
,
and
felt
somewhat
safer
in
my
own
room
,
where
there
was
no
moonlight
,
and
where
the
lamp
was
burning
brightly
.
When
a
couple
of
hours
had
passed
I
heard
something
stirring
in
the
Count
's
room
,
something
like
a
sharp
wail
quickly
suppressed
.
And
then
there
was
silence
,
deep
,
awful
silence
,
which
chilled
me
.
With
a
beating
heart
,
I
tried
the
door
,
but
I
was
locked
in
my
prison
,
and
could
do
nothing
.
I
sat
down
and
simply
cried
.
As
I
sat
I
heard
a
sound
in
the
courtyard
without
,
the
agonised
cry
of
a
woman
.
I
rushed
to
the
window
,
and
throwing
it
up
,
peered
between
the
bars
.
