“And I did not recover from this condition for the entire night. For hours I tossed from one side of the bed to the other in my efforts to avoid the persistent eyes of a scarcely-to-be-perceived drawing facing me from the opposite wall. It had no merit as a picture, this drawing, but seen as it was under the rays of a gibbous moon looking in through the half-open shutter, it exercised upon me a spell such as I can not describe and hope never again to experience. Finally I rose and pulled the curtains violently together across the foot of the bed. This shut out the picture; but I found it worse to imagine it there with its haunting eyes peering at me through the intervening folds of heavy damask than to confront it openly; so I pushed the curtains back again, only to rise a half-hour later and twitch them desperately together once more. “I fidgeted and worried so that night that I must have looked quite pale when my attentive hostess met me at the head of the stairs the next morning. For her hand shook quite perceptibly as she grasped mine, and her voice was pitched in no natural key as she inquired how I had slept. I replied, as truth, if not courtesy, demanded, ‘Not as well as usual,’ whereupon her eyes fell and she remarked quite hurriedly; ‘I am so sorry; you shall have another room tonight,’ adding, in what appeared to be an unconscious whisper: ‘There is no use; all feel it; even the young and the gay;’ then aloud and with irrepressible anxiety: ‘You didn’t _see_ anything, dear?’ “‘No!’ I protested in suddenly awakened dismay; ‘only the strange eyes of that queer drawing peering at me through the curtains of my bed. Is it—is it a haunted room?’ “Her look was a shocked one, her protest quite vehement. ‘Oh, no! No one has ever witnessed anything like a ghost there, but every one finds it impossible to sleep in that bed or even in the room. I do not know why, unless it is that my father spent so many weary years of incessant wakefulness inside its walls.’ “‘And did he die in that bed?’ I asked. “She gave a startled shiver, and drew me hurriedly downstairs. As we paused at the foot, she pressed my hand and whispered: “‘Yes; at night; with the full of the moon upon him.’ “I answered her look with one she probably understood as little as I did hers. I had heard of this father of hers. He had been a terrible old man and had left a terrible memory behind him. “The next day my room was changed according to her promise, but in the light of the charges I have since heard uttered against that house and the family who inhabit it, I am glad that I spent one night in what, if it was not a haunted chamber, had certainly a very thrilling effect upon its occupants.” Second passage; the italics showing where it was most heavily marked.