When once he formed such a determination he was not likely to be slow in carrying it into effect, and no sooner, then, were the whole of them seated in the small oaken parlour than he made an explicit statement of his circumstances. “But,” said Mr. Marchdale, when he had done, “I cannot see what right your creditors have to complain of where you live, so long as you perform your contract to them.” “True; but they always expected me, I knew, to remain at the Hall, and if they chose, why, of course, at any time, they could sell off the whole property for what it would fetch, and pay themselves as far as the proceeds would go. At all events, I am quite certain there could be nothing at all left for me.” “I cannot imagine,” added Mr. Marchdale, “that any men could be so unreasonable.” “It is scarcely to be borne,” remarked Charles Holland, with more impatience than he usually displayed, “that a whole family are to be put to the necessity of leaving their home for no other reason than the being pestered by such a neighbour as Sir Francis Varney. It makes one impatient and angry to reflect upon such a state of things.” “And yet they are lamentably true,” said Henry. “What can we do?” “Surely there must be some sort of remedy.” “There is but one that I can imagine, and that is one we all alike revolt from. We might kill him.” “That is out of the question.” “Of course my impression is that he bears the same name really as myself, and that he is my ancestor, from whom was painted the portrait on the panel.” “Have circumstances really so far pressed upon you,” said Charles Holland, “as at length to convince you that this man is really the horrible creature we surmise he may be?” “Dare we longer doubt it?” cried Henry, in a tone of excitement. “He is the vampyre.” “I’ll be hanged if I believe it,” said Admiral Bell! “Stuff and nonsense! Vampyre, indeed! Bother the vampyre.” “Sir,” said Henry, “you have not had brought before you, painfully, as we have, all the circumstances upon which we, in a manner, feel compelled to found this horrible belief. At first incredulity was a natural thing. We had no idea that ever we could be brought to believe in such a thing.” “That is the case,” added Marchdale. “But, step by step, we have been driven from utter disbelief in this phenomenon to a trembling conviction that it must be true.” “Unless we admit that, simultaneously, the senses of a number of persons have been deceived.” “That is scarcely possible.” “Then do you mean really to say there are such fish?” said the admiral. “We think so.” “Well, I’m d—d! I have heard all sorts of yarns about what fellows have seen in one ocean and another; but this does beat them all to nothing.” “It is monstrous,” exclaimed Charles. There was a pause of some few moments’ duration, and then Mr. Marchdale said, in a low voice,—