Auriol; or, The Elixir of LifeAinsworth, William Harrison
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Auriol; or, The Elixir of Life
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Detective and mystery stories; Gothic fiction; Horror tales; Paranormal fiction
Edith arose, and passing her arm under that of her husband, they quitted
the ball-room, but in place of descending the principal staircase, they
took a more private course. The hall, which they were obliged to cross,
and which they entered from a side-door, was spacious and beautifully
proportioned, and adorned with numerous statues on pedestals. The
ceiling was decorated with fresco paintings, and supported by two
stately scagliola pillars. From between these, a broad staircase of
white marble ascended to the upper room. As Auriol had foreseen, the
staircase was thronged with guests ascending to the ball-room, the doors
of which being open, afforded glimpses of the dancers, and gave forth
strains of liveliest music. Anxious to avoid a newly-arrived party in
the hall, Auriol and his bride lingered for a moment near a pillar.
"Ha! who is this?" cried Edith, as a tall man, with a sinister
countenance, and habited entirely in black, moved from the farther side
of the pillar, and planted himself in their path, with his back partly
towards them.
A thrill of apprehension passed through Auriol's frame. He looked up and
beheld Rougemont, who, glancing over his shoulder, fixed his malignant
gaze upon him. Retreat was now impossible.
"You thought to delude me," said Rougemont, in a deep whisper, audible
only to Auriol; "but you counted without your host. I am come to claim
my victim."
"What is the matter with you, that you tremble so, dear Auriol?" cried
Edith. "Who is this strange person?"
But her husband returned no answer. Terror had taken away his power of
utterance.
"Your carriage waits for you at the door, madam--all is prepared," said
Rougemont, advancing towards her, and taking her hand.
"You are coming, Auriol?" cried Edith, who scarcely knew whether to draw
back or go forward.
"Yes--yes," cried Auriol, who fancied he saw a means of escape. "This is
my friend, Mr. Rougemont--go with him."
"Mr. Rougemont!" cried Edith. "You told my father he would not be here."
"Your husband did not invite me, madam," said Rougemont, with sarcastic
emphasis; "but knowing I should be welcome, I came unasked. But let us
avoid those persons."
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