lamp lit? I didn’t mind his spiders’ webs and the general filth of his hall, provided I could get some dry clothes on. "Come in." I looked up to see him standing in the door. "I regret that there seems to be no oil in the lamp, but there are candles on the mantelpiece, should you care to light them." Somewhat surprised I stepped into the room, and then his next remark made me halt in amazement. "When my wife comes down, I must ask her about the oil. Strange of her to have forgotten." Wife! What manner of woman could this be who allowed her house to get into such a condition of dirt and neglect? And were there no servants? However, again, it was none of my business, and I felt in my pocket for matches. Luckily they were in a water-tight box, and with a laugh I struck one and lit the candles. "It’s so infernally dark," I remarked, "that the stranger within the gates requires a little light, to get his bearings." In some curiosity I glanced at my host’s face in the flickering light. As yet I had had no opportunity of observing him properly, but now as unostentatiously as possible I commenced to study it. Cadaverous, almost to the point of emaciation, he had a ragged, bristly moustache, while his hair, plentifully flecked with grey, was brushed untidily back from his forehead. But dominating everything were his eyes, which glowed and smouldered from under his bushy eyebrows, till they seemed to burn into me. More and more I found myself regretting the fact that I had accepted his offer. His whole manner was so strange that for the first time doubts as to his sanity began to creep into my mind. And to be alone with a madman in a deserted house, miles from any other habitation, with a terrific thunderstorm raging, was not a prospect which appealed to me greatly. Then I remembered his reference to his wife, and felt more reassured.... "You and your wife must find it lonely here," I hazarded, when the silence had lasted some time. "Why should my wife feel the loneliness?" he answered, harshly. "She has me—her husband.... What more does a woman require?" "Oh! nothing, nothing," I replied, hastily, deeming discretion the better part of veracity. "Wonderful air; beautiful view. I wonder if I could have a dry coat as you so kindly suggested?" I took off my own wet one as I spoke, and threw it over the back of a chair. Then, receiving no answer to my request, I looked at my host. His back was half towards me, and he was staring into the hall outside. He stood quite motionless, and as apparently he had failed to hear me, I was on the point of repeating my remark when he turned and spoke to me again. "A pleasant surprise for my wife, sir, don’t you think? She was not expecting me home until to-morrow morning." "Very," I assented.... "Eight miles have I walked, in order to prevent her being alone. That should answer your remark about her feeling the loneliness." He peered at me fixedly, and I again assented.