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the tops of the heather。 Tell the servants to have the horses



ready the first thing in the morning。 We leave Vange Abbey



to…morrow。〃







These were wild words。 If he had spoken them wildly; I might have



shared the butler's conclusion that his mind was deranged。 There



was no undue vehemence in his voice or his manner。 He spoke with



a melancholy resignationhe seemed like a prisoner submitting to



a sentence that he had deserved。 Remembering the cases of men



suffering from nervous disease who had been haunted by



apparitions; I asked if he saw any imaginary figure under the



form of a boy。







〃I see nothing;〃 he said; 〃I only hear。 Look yourself。 It is in



the last degree improbablebut let us make sure that nobody has



followed me from Boulogne; and is playing me a trick。〃







We made the circuit of the Belvidere。 On its eastward side the



house wall was built against one of the towers of the old Ab bey。



On the westward side; the ground sloped steeply down to a deep



pool or tarn。 Northward and southward; there was nothing to be



seen but the open moor。 Look where I might; with the moonlight to



make the view plain to me; the solitude was as void of any living



creature as if we had been surrounded by the awful dead world of



the moon。







〃Was it the boy's voice that you heard on the voyage across the



Channel?〃 I asked。







〃Yes; I heard it for the first timedown in the engine…room;



rising and falling; rising and falling; like the sound of the



engines themselves。〃







〃And when did you hear it again?〃







〃I feared to hear it in London。 It left me; I should have told



you; when we stepped ashore out of the steamboat。 I was afraid



that the noise of the traffic in the streets might bring it back



to me。 As you know; I passed a quiet night。 I had the hope that



my imagination had deceived methat I was the victim of a



delusion; as people say。 It is no delusion。 In the perfect



tranquillity of this place the voice has come back to me。 While



we were at table I heard it againbehind me; in the library。 I



heard it still; when the door was shut。 I ran up here to try if



it would follow me into the open air。 It _has_ followed me。 We



may as well go down again into the hall。 I know now that there is



no escaping from it。 My dear old home has become horrible to me。



Do you mind returning to London tomorrow?〃







What I felt and feared in this miserable state of things matters



little。 The one chance I could see for Romayne was to obtain the



best medical advice。 I sincerely encouraged his idea of going



back to London the next day。







We had sat together by the hall fire for about ten minutes; when



he took out his handkerchief; and wiped away the perspiration



from his forehead; drawing a deep breath of relief。 〃It has



gone!〃 he said faintly。







〃When you hear the boy's voice;〃 I asked; 〃do you hear it



continuously?〃







〃No; at intervals; sometimes longer; sometimes shorter。〃







〃And thus far; it comes to you suddenly; and leaves you



suddenly?〃







〃Yes。〃







〃Do my questions annoy you?〃







〃I make no complaint;〃 he said sadly。 〃You can see for



yourselfI patiently suffer the punishment that I have



deserved。〃







I contradicted him at once。 〃It is nothing of the sort! It's a



nervous malady; which medical science can control and cure。 Wait



till we get to London。〃







This expression of opinion produced no effect on him。







〃I have taken the life of a fellow…creature;〃 he said。 〃I have



closed the career of a young man who; but for me; might have



lived long and happily and honorably。 Say what you may; I am of



the race of Cain。 _ He_ had the mark set on his brow。 I have _my_



ordeal。 Delude yourself; if you like; with false hopes。 I can



endureand hope for nothing。 Good…night。〃







VIII。







EARLY the next morning; the good old butler came to me; in great



perturbation; for a word of advice。







〃Do come; sir; and look at the master! I can't find it in my



heart to wake him。〃







It was time to wake him; if we were to go to London that day。 I



went into the bedroom。 Although I was no doctor; the restorative



importance of that profound and quiet sleep impressed itself on



me so strongly; that I took the responsibility of leaving him



undisturbed。 The event proved that I had acted wisely。 He slept



until noon。 There was no return of 〃the torment of the voice〃as



he called it; poor fellow。 We passed a quiet day; excepting one



little interruption; which I am warned not to pass over without a



word of record in this narrative。







We had returned from a ride。 Romayne had gone into the library to



read; and I was just leaving the stables; after a look at some



recent improvements; when a pony…chaise with a gentleman in it



drove up to the door。 He asked politely if he might be allowed to



see the house。 There were some fine pictures at Vange; as well as



many interesting relics of antiquity; and the rooms were shown;



in Romayne's absence; to the very few travelers who were



adventurous enough to cross the heathy desert that surrounded the



Abbey。 On this occasion; the stranger was informed that Mr。



Romayne was at home。 He at once apologizedwith an appearance of



disappointment; however; which induced me to step forward and



speak to him。







〃Mr。 Romayne is not very well;〃 I said; 〃and I cannot venture to



ask you into the house。 But you will be welcome; I am sure; to



walk round the grounds; and to look at the ruins of the Abbey。〃







He thanked me; and accepted the invitation。 I find no great



difficulty in describing him; generally。 He was elderly; fat。 and



cheerful; buttoned up in a long black frockcoat; and presenting



that closely shaven face and that inveterate expression of



watchful humility about the eyes; which we all associate with the



reverend personality of a priest。







To my surprise; he seemed; in some degree at least; to know his



way about the place。 He made straight for the dreary little lake



which I have already mentioned; and stood looking at it with an



interest which was so incomprehensible to me; that I own I



watched him。







He ascended the slope of the moorland; and entered the gate which



led to the grounds。 All that the gardeners had done to make the



place attractive failed to claim his attention。 He walked past



lawns; shrubs; and flower…beds; and only stopped at an old stone



fountain; which tradition declared to have been one of the



ornaments of the garden in the time of the monks。 Having



carefully examined this relic of antiquity; he took a sheet of



paper from his pocket; and consulted it attentively。 It might



have been a plan of the house and grounds; or it might notI can



only report that he took the path which led him; by the shortest



way; to the ruined Abbey church。







As he entered the roofless inclosure; he reverently removed his



hat。 It was impossible for me to follow him any further; without



exposing myself to the risk of discovery。 I sat down on one of



the fallen stones; waiting to see him again。 It must have been at



least half an hour before he appeared。 He thanked me for my



kindness; as composedly as if he had quite expected to find me in



the place that I occupied。







〃I have been deeply interested in all that I have seen;〃 he said。



〃May I venture to ask; what is perhaps an indiscreet question on



the part of a stranger?〃







I ventured; on my side; to inquire what the question might be。







〃Mr。 Romayne is indeed fortunate;〃 he resumed; 〃in the possession



of this beautiful place。 He is a young man; I think?〃







〃Yes。〃







〃Is he married?〃







〃No。〃







〃Excuse my curiosity。 The owner of Vange Abbey is an interesting



person to all good antiquaries like myself。 Many thanks again。



Good…day。〃







His pony…chaise took him away。 His last look restednot on



mebut on the old Abbey。







IX。







MY record of events approaches its conclusion。







On the next day we returned to the hotel in London。 At Romayne's



suggestion; I sent the same evening to my own house for any



letters which might be waiting for me。 His mind still dwelt on



the duel; he was morbidly eager to know if any communication had



been received from the French surgeon。







When the messenger returned with my letters; the Boulogne



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