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      "Will you let me hang this picture in my room, papa?" I asked.

      "Certainly, dear," said he, smiling, "I'm very glad you think it so like.

      It must be prettier even than I thought it, if it is."

      The young lady did not acknowledge this pretty speech, did not seem to hear it. She was leaning back in her seat, her fine eyes under their long lashes gazing on me in contemplation, and she smiled in a kind of rapture.

      "And now you can read quite plainly the name that is written in the corner.

      It is not Marcia; it looks as if it was done in gold. The name is Mircalla, Countess Karnstein, and this is a little coronet over and underneath A.D.

      1698. I am descended from the Karnsteins; that is, mamma was."

      "Ah!" said the lady, languidly, "so am I, I think, a very long descent, very ancient. Are there any Karnsteins living now?"

      "None who bear the name, I believe. The family were ruined, I believe, in some civil wars, long ago, but the ruins of the castle are only about three miles away."

      "How interesting!" she said, languidly. "But see what beautiful moonlight!" She glanced through the hall door, which stood a little open. "Suppose you take a little ramble round the court, and look down at the road and river."

      "It is so like the night you came to us," I said.

      She sighed; smiling.

      She rose, and each with her arm about the other's waist, we walked out upon the pavement.

      In silence, slowly we walked down to the drawbridge, where the beautiful landscape opened before us.

      "And so you were thinking of the night I came here?" she almost whispered.

      "Are you glad I came?"

      "Delighted, dear Carmilla," I answered.

      "And you asked for the picture you think like me, to hang in your room," she murmured with a sigh, as she drew her arm closer about my waist, and let her pretty head sink upon my shoulder. "How romantic you are, Carmilla," I said. "Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance."

      She kissed me silently.

      "I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on."

      "I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you."

      How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!

      Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.

      Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. "Darling, darling," she murmured, "I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so."

      I started from her.

      She was gazing on me with eyes from which all fire, all meaning had flown, and a face colorless and apathetic.

      "Is there a chill in the air, dear?" she said drowsily. "I almost shiver; have I been dreaming? Let us come in. Come; come; come in."

      "You look ill, Carmilla; a little faint. You certainly must take some wine," I said.

      "Yes. I will. I'm better now. I shall be quite well in a few minutes. Yes, do give me a little wine," answered Carmilla, as we approached the door.

      "Let us look again for a moment; it is the last time, perhaps, I shall see the moonlight with you."

      "How do you feel now, dear Carmilla? Are you really better?" I asked.

      I was beginning to take alarm, lest she should have been stricken with the strange epidemic that they said had invaded the country about us.

      "Papa would be grieved beyond measure," I added, "if he thought you were ever so little ill, without immediately letting us know. We have a very skilful doctor near us, the physician who was with papa today."

      "I'm sure he is. I know how kind you all are; but, dear child, I am quite well again. There is nothing ever wrong with me, but a little weakness.

      People say I am languid; I am incapable of exertion; I can scarcely walk as far as a child of three years old: and every now and then the little strength I have falters, and I become as you have just seen me. But after all I am very easily set up again; in a moment I am perfectly myself. See how I have recovered."

      So, indeed, she had; and she and I talked a great deal, and very animated she was; and the remainder of that evening passed without any recurrence of what I called her infatuations. I mean her crazy talk and looks, which embarrassed, and even frightened me.

      But there occurred that night an event which gave my thoughts quite a new turn, and seemed to startle even Carmilla's languid nature into momentary energy.

      VI - A Very Strange Agony

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      When we got into the drawing room, and had sat down to our coffee and chocolate, although Carmilla did not take any, she seemed quite herself again, and Madame, and Mademoiselle De Lafontaine, joined us, and made a little card party, in the course of which papa came in for what he called his "dish of tea."

      When the game was over he sat down beside Carmilla on the sofa, and asked her, a little anxiously, whether she had heard from her mother since her arrival.

      She answered "No."

      He then asked whether she knew where a letter would reach her at present.

      "I cannot tell," she answered ambiguously, "but I have been thinking of leaving you; you have been already too hospitable and too kind to me. I have given you an infinity of trouble, and I should wish to take a carriage tomorrow, and post in pursuit of her; I know where I shall ultimately find her, although I dare not yet tell you."

      "But you must not dream of any such thing," exclaimed my father, to my great relief. "We can't afford to lose you so, and I won't consent to your leaving us, except under the care of your mother, who was so good as to consent to your remaining with us till she should herself return. I should be quite happy if I knew that you heard from her: but this evening the accounts of the progress of the mysterious disease that has invaded our neighborhood, grow even more alarming; and my beautiful guest, I do feel the responsibility, unaided by advice from your mother, very much. But I shall do my best; and one thing is certain, that you must not think of leaving us without her distinct direction to that effect. We should suffer too much in parting from you to consent to it easily."

      "Thank you, sir, a thousand times for your hospitality," she СКАЧАТЬ