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"
Have
I
got
that
right
?
"
I
said
,
and
repeated
his
directions
.
He
corrected
me
in
one
particular
.
"
And
you
are
really
going
?
"
said
the
man
with
the
shade
,
looking
at
me
again
for
the
third
time
with
that
queer
,
unnatural
tilting
of
the
face
.
"
This
night
of
all
nights
!
"
whispered
the
old
woman
.
"
It
is
what
I
came
for
,
"
I
said
,
and
moved
toward
the
door
.
As
I
did
so
,
the
old
man
with
the
shade
rose
and
staggered
round
the
table
,
so
as
to
be
closer
to
the
others
and
to
the
fire
.
At
the
door
I
turned
and
looked
at
them
,
and
saw
they
were
all
close
together
,
dark
against
the
firelight
,
staring
at
me
over
their
shoulders
,
with
an
intent
expression
on
their
ancient
faces
.
"
Good-night
,
"
I
said
,
setting
the
door
open
.
"
It
's
your
own
choosing
,
"
said
the
man
with
the
withered
arm
.
I
left
the
door
wide
open
until
the
candle
was
well
alight
,
and
then
I
shut
them
in
,
and
walked
down
the
chilly
,
echoing
passage
.
I
must
confess
that
the
oddness
of
these
three
old
pensioners
in
whose
charge
her
ladyship
had
left
the
castle
,
and
the
deep-toned
,
old-fashioned
furniture
of
the
housekeeper
's
room
,
in
which
they
foregathered
,
had
affected
me
curiously
in
spite
of
my
effort
to
keep
myself
at
a
matter-of-fact
phase
.
They
seemed
to
belong
to
another
age
,
an
older
age
,
an
age
when
things
spiritual
were
indeed
to
be
feared
,
when
common
sense
was
uncommon
,
an
age
when
omens
and
witches
were
credible
,
and
ghosts
beyond
denying
.
Their
very
existence
,
thought
I
,
is
spectral
;
the
cut
of
their
clothing
,
fashions
born
in
dead
brains
;
the
ornaments
and
conveniences
in
the
room
about
them
even
are
ghostly
--
the
thoughts
of
vanished
men
,
which
still
haunt
rather
than
participate
in
the
world
of
to-day
.
And
the
passage
I
was
in
,
long
and
shadowy
,
with
a
film
of
moisture
glistening
on
the
wall
,
was
as
gaunt
and
cold
as
a
thing
that
is
dead
and
rigid
.
But
with
an
effort
I
sent
such
thoughts
to
the
right-about
.
The
long
,
drafty
subterranean
passage
was
chilly
and
dusty
,
and
my
candle
flared
and
made
the
shadows
cower
and
quiver
.
The
echoes
rang
up
and
down
the
spiral
staircase
,
and
a
shadow
came
sweeping
up
after
me
,
and
another
fled
before
me
into
the
darkness
overhead
.
I
came
to
the
wide
landing
and
stopped
there
for
a
moment
listening
to
a
rustling
that
I
fancied
I
heard
creeping
behind
me
,
and
then
,
satisfied
of
the
absolute
silence
,
pushed
open
the
unwilling
baize-covered
door
and
stood
in
the
silent
corridor
.
