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on the very spot where he and George had stood on the previous
afternoon。 The recollection made me involuntarily glance up at his
face。 It looked sad and worried； and the thought suddenly struck
me that his extravagant spirits of the night before； and even his
quieter； careful cheerfulness of to…night； had been but artificial
moods at best。 He turned； and finding my eyes fixed on him； at
once plunged into conversation； discussed the peculiarities of one
of the guests； good…humoredly enough； but with so much fun as to
make me laugh in spite of myself。 Then we danced again。 The
plaintive music； the smooth floor； and the partner were all alike
perfect； and I experienced that entire delight of physical
enjoyment which I believe nothing but a valse under such
circumstances can give。 When it was over I turned to Alan； and
exclaimed with impulsive appeal； 〃Oh； I am so happy；you must be
happy too！〃 He smiled rather uncertainly； and answered； 〃Don't
bother yourself about me； Evie； I am all right。 I told you that we
Mervyns had bad nerves； and I am rather tired。 That's all。〃 I was
too passionately determined just then upon happiness； and his was
too necessary to mine for me not to believe that he was speaking
the truth。
We kept up the dancing till Lucy discovered with a shock that
midnight had struck； and that Sunday had begun； and we were all
sent off to bed。 I was not long in making my nightly preparations；
and had scarcely inserted myself between the sheets when； with a
few long moans； the wind began again； more violently even than the
night before。 It had been a calm； fine day； and I made wise
reflections as I listened upon the uncertainty of the north…country
climate。 What a tempest it was！ How it moaned； and howled； and
shrieked！ Where had I heard the superstition which now came to my
mind； that borne upon the wind come the spirits of the drowned；
wailing and crying for the sepulture which had been denied them？
But there were other sounds in that wind； too。 Evil； murderous
thoughts； perhaps； which had never taken body in deeds； but which；
caught up in the air； now hurled themselves in impotent fury
through the world。 How I wished the wind would stop。 It seemed
full of horrible fancies； and it kept knocking them into my head；
and it wouldn't leave off。 Fancies； or memorieswhich？and my
mind reverted with a flash to the fearful thoughts which had
haunted it the day before in Dame Alice's tower。 It was dark now。
Those ghastly intangible shapes must have taken full form and
color； peopling the old ruin with their ageless hideousness。 And
the storm had found them there and borne them along with it as it
blew through the creviced walls。 That was why the wind's sound
struck so strangely on my brain。 Ah！ I could hear them now； those
still living memories of dead horror。 Through the window crannies
they came shrieking and wailing。 They filled the chimney with
spirit sobs； and now they were pressing on； crowding through the
room；eager； eager to reach their prey。 Nearer they came；nearer
still！ They were round my bed now！ Through my closed eyelids I
could almost see their dreadful shapes； in all my quivering flesh I
felt their terrors as they bent over me；lower； lower。 。 。 。
With a start I aroused myself and sat up。 Was I asleep or awake？
I was trembling all over still； and it required the greatest effort
of courage I had ever made to enable me to spring from my bed and
strike a light。 What a state my nerves or my digestion must be in！
From my childhood the wind had always affected me strangely； and I
blamed myself now for allowing my imagination to run away with me
at the first。 I found a novel which I had brought up to my room
with me； one of the modern； Chinese…American school； where human
nature is analyzed with the patient； industrious indifference of
the true Celestial。 I took the book to bed with me； and soon under
its soothing influences fell asleep。 I dreamt a good deal；
nightmares； the definite recollection of which； as is so often the
case； vanished from my mind as soon as I awoke； leaving only a
vague impression of horror。 They had been connected with the wind；
of that alone I was conscious； and I went down to breakfast；
maliciously hoping that others' rest had been as much disturbed as
my own。
To my surprise； however； I found that I had again been the only
sufferer。 Indeed； so impressed were most of the party with the
quiet in which their night had been passed； that they boldly
declared my storm to have been the creature of my dreams。 There is
nothing more annoying when you feel yourself aggrieved by fate than
to be told that your troubles have originated in your own fancy； so
I dropped the subject。 Though the discussion spread for a few
minutes round the whole table； Alan took no part in it。 Neither
did George； except for what I thought a rather unnecessarily rough
expression of his disbelief in the cause of my night's disturbance。
As we rose from breakfast I saw Alan glance towards his brother；
and make a movement； evidently with the purpose of speaking to him。
Whether or not George was aware of the look or action； I cannot
say； but at the same moment he made rapidly across the room to
where one of his principal guests was standing； and at once engaged
him in conversation。 So earnestly and so volubly was he borne on；
that they were still talking together when we ladies appeared again
some minutes later； prepared for our walk to church。 That was not
the only occasion during the day on which I witnessed as I thought
the same by…play going on。 Again and again Alan appeared to be
making efforts to engage George in private conversation； and again
and again the latter successfully eluded him。
The church was about a mile away from the house； and as Lucy did
not like having the carriages out on a Sunday； one service a week
as a rule contented the household。 In the afternoon we took the
usual Sunday walk。 On returning from it； I had just taken off my
outdoor things； and was issuing from my bedroom； when I found
myself face to face with Alan。 He was coming out of George's
study； and had succeeded apparently in obtaining that interview for
which he had been all day seeking。 One glance at his face told me
what its nature had been。 We paused opposite each other for a
moment； and he looked at me earnestly。
〃Are you going to church？〃 he inquired at last； abruptly。
〃No；〃 I answered； with some surprise。 〃I did not know that any one
was going this evening。〃
〃Will you come with me？〃
〃Yes； certainly； if you don't mind waiting a moment for me to put
my things on。〃
〃There's plenty of time；〃 he answered； 〃meet me in the hall。〃
A few minutes later we started。
It was a calm； cloudless night； and although the moon was not yet
half…full； and already past her meridian； she filled the clear air
with gentle light。 Not a word broke our silence。 A