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I
have
said
that
the
room
in
which
M
.
le
Vicomte
de
Chagny
and
I
were
imprisoned
was
a
regular
hexagon
,
lined
entirely
with
mirrors
.
Plenty
of
these
rooms
have
been
seen
since
,
mainly
at
exhibitions
:
they
are
called
"
palaces
of
illusion
,
"
or
some
such
name
.
But
the
invention
belongs
entirely
to
Erik
,
who
built
the
first
room
of
this
kind
under
my
eyes
,
at
the
time
of
the
rosy
hours
of
Mazenderan
.
A
decorative
object
,
such
as
a
column
,
for
instance
,
was
placed
in
one
of
the
corners
and
immediately
produced
a
hall
of
a
thousand
columns
;
for
,
thanks
to
the
mirrors
,
the
real
room
was
multiplied
by
six
hexagonal
rooms
,
each
of
which
,
in
its
turn
,
was
multiplied
indefinitely
.
But
the
little
sultana
soon
tired
of
this
infantile
illusion
,
whereupon
Erik
altered
his
invention
into
a
"
torture
-
chamber
.
"
For
the
architectural
motive
placed
in
one
corner
,
he
substituted
an
iron
tree
.
This
tree
,
with
its
painted
leaves
,
was
absolutely
true
to
life
and
was
made
of
iron
so
as
to
resist
all
the
attacks
of
the
"
patient
"
who
was
locked
into
the
torture
-
chamber
.
We
shall
see
how
the
scene
thus
obtained
was
twice
altered
instantaneously
into
two
successive
other
scenes
,
by
means
of
the
automatic
rotation
of
the
drums
or
rollers
in
the
corners
.
These
were
divided
into
three
sections
,
fitting
into
the
angles
of
the
mirrors
and
each
supporting
a
decorative
scheme
that
came
into
sight
as
the
roller
revolved
upon
its
axis
.
The
walls
of
this
strange
room
gave
the
patient
nothing
to
lay
hold
of
,
because
,
apart
from
the
solid
decorative
object
,
they
were
simply
furnished
with
mirrors
,
thick
enough
to
withstand
any
onslaught
of
the
victim
,
who
was
flung
into
the
chamber
empty
-
handed
and
barefoot
.
There
was
no
furniture
.
The
ceiling
was
capable
of
being
lit
up
.
An
ingenious
system
of
electric
heating
,
which
has
since
been
imitated
,
allowed
the
temperature
of
the
walls
and
room
to
be
increased
at
will
.
I
am
giving
all
these
details
of
a
perfectly
natural
invention
,
producing
,
with
a
few
painted
branches
,
the
supernatural
illusion
of
an
equatorial
forest
blazing
under
the
tropical
sun
,
so
that
no
one
may
doubt
the
present
balance
of
my
brain
or
feel
entitled
to
say
that
I
am
mad
or
lying
or
that
I
take
him
for
a
fool
.
I
now
return
to
the
facts
where
I
left
them
.
When
the
ceiling
lit
up
and
the
forest
became
visible
around
us
,
the
viscount
’
s
stupefaction
was
immense
.
That
impenetrable
forest
,
with
its
innumerable
trunks
and
branches
,
threw
him
into
a
terrible
state
of
consternation
.
He
passed
his
hands
over
his
forehead
,
as
though
to
drive
away
a
dream
;
his
eyes
blinked
;
and
,
for
a
moment
,
he
forgot
to
listen
.
I
have
already
said
that
the
sight
of
the
forest
did
not
surprise
me
at
all
;
and
therefore
I
listened
for
the
two
of
us
to
what
was
happening
next
door
.
Lastly
,
my
attention
was
especially
attracted
,
not
so
much
to
the
scene
,
as
to
the
mirrors
that
produced
it
.
These
mirrors
were
broken
in
parts
.
Yes
,
they
were
marked
and
scratched
;
they
had
been
"
starred
,
"
in
spite
of
their
solidity
;
and
this
proved
to
me
that
the
torture
-
chamber
in
which
we
now
were
HAD
ALREADY
SERVED
A
PURPOSE
.
Yes
,
some
wretch
,
whose
feet
were
not
bare
like
those
of
the
victims
of
the
rosy
hours
of
Mazenderan
,
had
certainly
fallen
into
this
"
mortal
illusion
"
and
,
mad
with
rage
,
had
kicked
against
those
mirrors
which
,
nevertheless
,
continued
to
reflect
his
agony
.
And
the
branch
of
the
tree
on
which
he
had
put
an
end
to
his
own
sufferings
was
arranged
in
such
a
way
that
,
before
dying
,
he
had
seen
,
for
his
last
consolation
,
a
thousand
men
writhing
in
his
company
.
Yes
,
Joseph
Buquet
had
undoubtedly
been
through
all
this
!
Were
we
to
die
as
he
had
done
?
I
did
not
think
so
,
for
I
knew
that
we
had
a
few
hours
before
us
and
that
I
could
employ
them
to
better
purpose
than
Joseph
Buquet
was
able
to
do
.
After
all
,
I
was
thoroughly
acquainted
with
most
of
Erik
’
s
"
tricks
;
"
and
now
or
never
was
the
time
to
turn
my
knowledge
to
account
.
To
begin
with
,
I
gave
up
every
idea
of
returning
to
the
passage
that
had
brought
us
to
that
accursed
chamber
.
I
did
not
trouble
about
the
possibility
of
working
the
inside
stone
that
closed
the
passage
;
and
this
for
the
simple
reason
that
to
do
so
was
out
of
the
question
.
We
had
dropped
from
too
great
a
height
into
the
torture
-
chamber
;
there
was
no
furniture
to
help
us
reach
that
passage
;
not
even
the
branch
of
the
iron
tree
,
not
even
each
other
’
s
shoulders
were
of
any
avail
.
