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I
could
hear
distinctly
every
word
the
kind
old
General
was
saying
,
because
by
this
time
we
were
driving
upon
the
short
grass
that
spreads
on
either
side
of
the
road
as
you
approach
the
roofless
village
which
had
not
shown
the
smoke
of
a
chimney
for
more
than
half
a
century
.
You
may
guess
how
strangely
I
felt
as
I
heard
my
own
symptoms
so
exactly
described
in
those
which
had
been
experienced
by
the
poor
girl
who
,
but
for
the
catastrophe
which
followed
,
would
have
been
at
that
moment
a
visitor
at
my
father
's
chateau
.
You
may
suppose
,
also
,
how
I
felt
as
I
heard
him
detail
habits
and
mysterious
peculiarities
which
were
,
in
fact
,
those
of
our
beautiful
guest
,
Carmilla
!
A
vista
opened
in
the
forest
;
we
were
on
a
sudden
under
the
chimneys
and
gables
of
the
ruined
village
,
and
the
towers
and
battlements
of
the
dismantled
castle
,
round
which
gigantic
trees
are
grouped
,
overhung
us
from
a
slight
eminence
.
In
a
frightened
dream
I
got
down
from
the
carriage
,
and
in
silence
,
for
we
had
each
abundant
matter
for
thinking
;
we
soon
mounted
the
ascent
,
and
were
among
the
spacious
chambers
,
winding
stairs
,
and
dark
corridors
of
the
castle
.
"
And
this
was
once
the
palatial
residence
of
the
Karnsteins
!
"
said
the
old
General
at
length
,
as
from
a
great
window
he
looked
out
across
the
village
,
and
saw
the
wide
,
undulating
expanse
of
forest
.
"
It
was
a
bad
family
,
and
here
its
bloodstained
annals
were
written
,
"
he
continued
.
"
It
is
hard
that
they
should
,
after
death
,
continue
to
plague
the
human
race
with
their
atrocious
lusts
.
That
is
the
chapel
of
the
Karnsteins
,
down
there
.
"
He
pointed
down
to
the
grey
walls
of
the
Gothic
building
partly
visible
through
the
foliage
,
a
little
way
down
the
steep
.
"
And
I
hear
the
axe
of
a
woodman
,
"
he
added
,
"
busy
among
the
trees
that
surround
it
;
he
possibly
may
give
us
the
information
of
which
I
am
in
search
,
and
point
out
the
grave
of
Mircalla
,
Countess
of
Karnstein
.
These
rustics
preserve
the
local
traditions
of
great
families
,
whose
stories
die
out
among
the
rich
and
titled
so
soon
as
the
families
themselves
become
extinct
.
"
"
We
have
a
portrait
,
at
home
,
of
Mircalla
,
the
Countess
Karnstein
;
should
you
like
to
see
it
?
"
asked
my
father
.
"
Time
enough
,
dear
friend
,
"
replied
the
General
.
"
I
believe
that
I
have
seen
the
original
;
and
one
motive
which
has
led
me
to
you
earlier
than
I
at
first
intended
,
was
to
explore
the
chapel
which
we
are
now
approaching
.
"
"
What
!
see
the
Countess
Mircalla
,
"
exclaimed
my
father
;
"
why
,
she
has
been
dead
more
than
a
century
!
"
"
Not
so
dead
as
you
fancy
,
I
am
told
,
"
answered
the
General
.
