A Strange Story — Volume 05Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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A Strange Story — Volume 05
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
I felt relieved to think that I should not find Strahan in the
breakfast-room; and hastening through the ceremony of a meal which I
scarcely touched, I went out into the park unobserved, and creeping round
the copses and into the neglected gardens, made my way to the pavilion. I
mounted the stairs; I looked on the floor of the upper room; yes, there
still was the black figure of the pentacle, the circle. So, then, it was
not a dream! Till then I had doubted. Or might it not still be so far a
dream that I had walked in my sleep, and with an imagination preoccupied
by my conversations with Margrave,--by the hieroglyphics on the staff I
had handled, by the very figure associated with superstitious practices
which I had copied from some weird book at his request, by all the strange
impressions previously stamped on my mind,--might I not, in truth, have
carried thither in sleep the staff, described the circle, and all the rest
been but visionary delusion? Surely, surely, so common-sense, and so
Julius Faber would interpret the riddles that perplexed me! Be that as it
may, my first thought was to efface the marks on the floor. I found this
easier than I had ventured to hope. I rubbed the circle and the pentacle
away from the boards with the sole of my foot, leaving but an
undistinguishable smudge behind. I know not why, but I felt the more
nervously anxious to remove all such evidences of my nocturnal visit to
that room, because Margrave had so openly gone thither to seek for the
staff, and had so rudely named me to the servant as having meddled with
it. Might he not awake some suspicion against me? Suspicion, what of? I
knew not, but I feared!
The healthful air of day gradually nerved my spirits and relieved my
thoughts. But the place had become hateful to me. I resolved not to wait
for Strahan's return, but to walk back to L----, and leave a message for
my host. It was sufficient excuse that I could not longer absent myself
from my patients; accordingly I gave directions to have the few things
which I had brought with me sent to my house by any servant who might be
going to L----, and was soon pleased to find myself outside the park-gates
and on the high-road.
I had not gone a mile before I met Strahan on horseback. He received my
apologies for not waiting his return to bid him farewell without
observation, and, dismounting, led his horse and walked beside me on my
road. I saw that there was something on his mind; at last he said,
looking down,--
"Did you hear the dogs howl last night?"
"Yes! the full moon!"
"You were awake, then, at the time. Did you hear any other sound? Did
you see anything?"
"What should I hear or see?"
Strahan was silent for some moments; then he said, with great
seriousness,--
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