He drew his breath short, and strained me so close to him, I could

scarcely pant. After some minutes' silence, he continued, cheerily

"Now, Janet, I'll explain to you all about it. It was half dream,

half reality. A woman did, I doubt not, enter your room: and that

woman was--must have been--Grace Poole. You call her a strange

being yourself: from all you know, you have reason so to call her--

what did she do to me? what to Mason? In a state between sleeping

and waking, you noticed her entrance and her actions; but feverish,

almost delirious as you were, you ascribed to her a goblin

appearance different from her own: the long dishevelled hair, the

swelled black face, the exaggerated stature, were figments of

imagination; results of nightmare: the spiteful tearing of the veil

was real: and it is like her. I see you would ask why I keep such

a woman in my house: when we have been married a year and a day, I

will tell you; but not now. Are you satisfied, Jane? Do you accept

my solution of the mystery?"

I reflected, and in truth it appeared to me the only possible one:

satisfied I was not, but to please him I endeavoured to appear so--

relieved, I certainly did feel; so I answered him with a contented

smile. And now, as it was long past one, I prepared to leave him.

"Does not Sophie sleep with Adele in the nursery?" he asked, as I

lit my candle.

"Yes, sir."

"And there is room enough in Adele's little bed for you. You must

share it with her to-night, Jane: it is no wonder that the incident

you have related should make you nervous, and I would rather you did

not sleep alone: promise me to go to the nursery."

"I shall be very glad to do so, sir."

"And fasten the door securely on the inside. Wake Sophie when you

go upstairs, under pretence of requesting her to rouse you in good

time to-morrow; for you must be dressed and have finished breakfast

before eight. And now, no more sombre thoughts: chase dull care

away, Janet. Don't you hear to what soft whispers the wind has

fallen? and there is no more beating of rain against the window-

panes: look here" (he lifted up the curtain)--"it is a lovely

night!"

It was. Half heaven was pure and stainless: the clouds, now

trooping before the wind, which had shifted to the west, were filing

off eastward in long, silvered columns. The moon shone peacefully.




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