The Deserted House | Page 9

seem able to turn my eyes from this terrible old
woman, I could not move another step. She came still nearer, and it
seemed to me suddenly as if her hideous face were only a thin mask,
beneath which I saw the features of the beautiful maiden of my vision.
Already I felt the touch of her hands, when suddenly she fell at my feet
with a loud scream, and a voice behind me cried:
"Oho, is the devil playing his tricks with your grace again? To bed, to
bed, your grace. Else there will be blows, mighty blows! "
I turned quickly and saw the old steward in his night clothes, swinging
a whip above his head. He was about to strike the screaming figure at
my feet when I caught at his arm. But he shook me from him,
exclaiming: "The devil, sir! That old Satan would have murdered you if
I had not come to your aid. Get away from here at once!"

I rushed from the hall, and sought in vain in the darkness for the door
of the house. Behind me I heard the hissing blows of the whip and the
old woman's screams. I drew breath to call aloud for help, when
suddenly the ground gave way under my feet; I fell down a short flight
of stairs, bringing up with such force against a door at the bottom that it
sprang open, and I measured my length on the floor of a small room.
From the hastily vacated bed, and from the familiar brown coat hanging
over a chair, I saw that I was in the bedchamber of the old steward.
There was a trampling on the stair, and the old man himself entered
hastily, throwing himself at my feet. "By all the saints, sir," he
entreated with folded hands, "whoever you may be, and however her
grace, that old Satan of a witch has managed to entice you to this house,
do not speak to anyone of what has happened here. It will cost me my
position. Her crazy excellency has been punished, and is bound fast in
her bed. Sleep well, good sir, sleep softly and sweetly. It is a warm and
beautiful July night. There is no moon, but the stars shine brightly. A
quiet good night to you." While talking, the old man had taken up a
lamp, had led me out of the basement, pushed me out of the house door,
and locked it behind me. I hurried home quite bewildered, and you can
imagine that I was too much confused by the grewsome secret to be
able to form any explanation of it in my own mind for the first few
days. Only this much was certain, that I was now free from the evil
spell that had held me captive so long. All my longing for the magic
vision in the mirror had disappeared, and the memory of the scene in
the deserted house was like the recollection of an unexpected visit to a
madhouse. It was evident beyond a doubt that the steward was the
tyrannical guardian of a crazy woman of noble birth, whose condition
was to be hidden from the world. But the mirror? and all the other
magic? Listen, and I will tell you more about it.
Some few days later I came upon Count P. at an evening entertainment.
He drew me to one side and said, with a smile, "Do you know that the
secrets of our deserted house are beginning to be revealed?" I listened
with interest; but before the count could say more the doors of the
dining-room were thrown open, and the company proceeded to the
table. Quite lost in thought at the words I had just heard, I had given a
young lady my arm, and had taken my place mechanically in the

ceremonious procession. I led my companion to the seats arranged for
us, and then turned to look at her for the first time. The vision of my
mirror stood before me, feature for feature, there was no deception
possible! I trembled to my innermost heart, as you can imagine; but I
discovered that there was not the slightest echo even, in my heart, of
the mad desire which had ruled me so entirely when my breath drew
out the magic picture from the glass. My astonishment, or rather my
terror, must have been apparent in my eyes. The girl looked at me in
such surprise that I endeavored to control myself sufficiently to remark
that I must have met her somewhere before. Her short answer, to the
effect that this could hardly be possible, as she had come to the city
only yesterday for the first time in her life, bewildered me still more
and