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"
You
are
not
so
old
.
Your
first
ball
can
hardly
be
forgotten
yet
.
"
"
I
remember
everything
it
--
with
an
effort
.
I
see
it
all
,
as
divers
see
what
is
going
on
above
them
,
through
a
medium
,
dense
,
rippling
,
but
transparent
.
There
occurred
that
night
what
has
confused
the
picture
,
and
made
its
colours
faint
.
I
was
all
but
assassinated
in
my
bed
,
wounded
here
,
"
she
touched
her
breast
,
"
and
never
was
the
same
since
.
"
"
Were
you
near
dying
?
"
"
Yes
,
very
--
a
cruel
love
--
strange
love
,
that
would
have
taken
my
life
.
Love
will
have
its
sacrifices
.
No
sacrifice
without
blood
.
Let
us
go
to
sleep
now
;
I
feel
so
lazy
.
How
can
I
get
up
just
now
and
lock
my
door
?
"
She
was
lying
with
her
tiny
hands
buried
in
her
rich
wavy
hair
,
under
her
cheek
,
her
little
head
upon
the
pillow
,
and
her
glittering
eyes
followed
me
wherever
I
moved
,
with
a
kind
of
shy
smile
that
I
could
not
decipher
.
I
bid
her
good
night
,
and
crept
from
the
room
with
an
uncomfortable
sensation
.
I
often
wondered
whether
our
pretty
guest
ever
said
her
prayers
.
I
certainly
had
never
seen
her
upon
her
knees
.
In
the
morning
she
never
came
down
until
long
after
our
family
prayers
were
over
,
and
at
night
she
never
left
the
drawing
room
to
attend
our
brief
evening
prayers
in
the
hall
.
If
it
had
not
been
that
it
had
casually
come
out
in
one
of
our
careless
talks
that
she
had
been
baptised
,
I
should
have
doubted
her
being
a
Christian
.
Religion
was
a
subject
on
which
I
had
never
heard
her
speak
a
word
.
If
I
had
known
the
world
better
,
this
particular
neglect
or
antipathy
would
not
have
so
much
surprised
me
.
The
precautions
of
nervous
people
are
infectious
,
and
persons
of
a
like
temperament
are
pretty
sure
,
after
a
time
,
to
imitate
them
.
I
had
adopted
Carmilla
's
habit
of
locking
her
bedroom
door
,
having
taken
into
my
head
all
her
whimsical
alarms
about
midnight
invaders
and
prowling
assassins
.
I
had
also
adopted
her
precaution
of
making
a
brief
search
through
her
room
,
to
satisfy
herself
that
no
lurking
assassin
or
robber
was
"
ensconced
.
"
