"
"After blowing out the candle, did you go back to bed?"
"I had no time to go back. At the moment when I blew the candle out, the
sitting-room door opened, and I saw----"
"You saw?"
"You."
"Dressed as usual?"
"No."
"In my nightgown?"
"In your nightgown--with your bedroom candle in your hand."
"Alone?"
"Alone."
"Could you see my face?"
"Yes."
"Plainly?"
"Quite plainly. The candle in your hand showed it to me."
"Were my eyes open?"
"Yes."
"Did you notice anything strange in them? Anything like a fixed, vacant
expression?"
"Nothing of the sort. Your eyes were bright--brighter than usual. You
looked about in the room, as if you knew you were where you ought not to
be, and as if you were afraid of being found out."
"Did you observe one thing when I came into the room--did you observe
how I walked?"
"You walked as you always do. You came in as far as the middle of the
room--and then you stopped and looked about you."
"What did you do, on first seeing me?"
"I could do nothing. I was petrified. I couldn't speak, I couldn't call
out, I couldn't even move to shut my door."
"Could I see you, where you stood?"
"You might certainly have seen me.
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