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Still
holding
his
arm
,
she
shook
him
in
her
impatience
to
hear
the
coming
disclosure
.
For
a
moment
he
hesitated
.
Thus
far
,
amused
by
her
ignorant
belief
in
herself
,
he
had
merely
spoken
in
jest
.
Now
,
for
the
first
time
,
impressed
by
her
irresistible
earnestness
,
he
began
to
consider
what
he
was
about
from
a
more
serious
point
of
view
.
With
her
knowledge
of
all
that
had
passed
in
the
old
palace
,
before
its
transformation
into
an
hotel
,
it
was
surely
possible
that
she
might
suggest
some
explanation
of
what
had
happened
to
his
brother
,
and
sister
,
and
himself
.
Or
,
failing
to
do
this
,
she
might
accidentally
reveal
some
event
in
her
own
experience
which
,
acting
as
a
hint
to
a
competent
dramatist
,
might
prove
to
be
the
making
of
a
play
.
The
prosperity
of
his
theatre
was
his
one
serious
object
in
life
.
’
I
may
be
on
the
trace
of
another
"
Corsican
Brothers
,
"
’
he
thought
.
’
A
new
piece
of
that
sort
would
be
ten
thousand
pounds
in
my
pocket
,
at
least
.
’
With
these
motives
(
worthy
of
the
single
-
hearted
devotion
to
dramatic
business
which
made
Francis
a
successful
manager
)
he
related
,
without
further
hesitation
,
what
his
own
experience
had
been
,
and
what
the
experience
of
his
relatives
had
been
,
in
the
haunted
hotel
.
He
even
described
the
outbreak
of
superstitious
terror
which
had
escaped
Mrs
.
Norbury
’
s
ignorant
maid
.
’
Sad
stuff
,
if
you
look
at
it
reasonably
,
’
he
remarked
.
’
But
there
is
something
dramatic
in
the
notion
of
the
ghostly
influence
making
itself
felt
by
the
relations
in
succession
,
as
they
one
after
another
enter
the
fatal
room
—
until
the
one
chosen
relative
comes
who
will
see
the
Unearthly
Creature
,
and
know
the
terrible
truth
.
Material
for
a
play
,
Countess
—
first
-
rate
material
for
a
play
!
’
There
he
paused
.
She
neither
moved
nor
spoke
.
He
stooped
and
looked
closer
at
her
.
What
impression
had
he
produced
?
It
was
an
impression
which
his
utmost
ingenuity
had
failed
to
anticipate
.
She
stood
by
his
side
—
just
as
she
had
stood
before
Agnes
when
her
question
about
Ferrari
was
plainly
answered
at
last
—
like
a
woman
turned
to
stone
.
Her
eyes
were
vacant
and
rigid
;
all
the
life
in
her
face
had
faded
out
of
it
.
Francis
took
her
by
the
hand
.
Her
hand
was
as
cold
as
the
pavement
that
they
were
standing
on
.
He
asked
her
if
she
was
ill
.
Not
a
muscle
in
her
moved
.
He
might
as
well
have
spoken
to
the
dead
.
’
Surely
,
’
he
said
,
’
you
are
not
foolish
enough
to
take
what
I
have
been
telling
you
seriously
?
’
Her
lips
moved
slowly
.
As
it
seemed
,
she
was
making
an
effort
to
speak
to
him
.
’
Louder
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
can
’
t
hear
you
.
’
