"Do not disturb the ghost's bed for me," said Hugh. "It would be a pity to disarrange it, after it has lain so for an age. Besides, Ineed not rouse the wrath of the poor spectre more than can't be helped. If I must sleep in her room, I need not sleep in her bed.
I will lie on the old couch. Herr von Funkelstein, what proof shall I give you?""Your word, Mr. Sutherland," replied Funkelstein, with a bow.
"Thank you. At what hour must I be there."
"Oh! I don't know. By eleven I should think. Oh! any time before midnight. That's the ghost's own, is it not? It is now--let me see--almost ten.""Then I will go at once," said Hugh, thinking it better to meet the gradual approach of the phantom-hour in the room itself, than to walk there through the desolate house, and enter the room just as the fear would be gathering thickest within it. Besides, he was afraid that his courage might have broken down a little by that time, and that he would not be able to conceal entirely the anticipative dread, whose inroad he had reason to apprehend.
"I have one good cup of tea yet, Mr. Sutherland," said Euphra. "Will you not strengthen your nerves with that, before we lead you to the tomb?""Then she will go with me," thought Hugh. "I will, thank you, Miss Cameron."He approached the table at which she stood pouring out the cup of tea. She said, low and hurriedly, without raising her head:
"Don't go, dear Hugh. You don't know what may happen.""I will go, Euphra. Not even you shall prevent me.""I will pay the wager for you--lend you the money.""Euphra!"--The tone implied many things.
Mr. Arnold approached. Other conversation followed. As half-past ten chimed from the clock on the chimney-piece, Hugh rose to go.
"I will just get a book from my room," he said; "and then perhaps Herr von Funkelstein will be kind enough to see me make a beginning at least.""Certainly I will. And I advise you to let the book be Edgar Poe's Tales.""No. I shall need all the courage I have, I assure you. I shall find you here?""Yes."
Hugh went to his room, and washed his face and hands. Before doing so, he pulled off his finger a ring of considerable value, which had belonged to his father. As he was leaving the room to return to the company, he remembered that he had left the ring on the washhand-stand. He generally left it there at night; but now he bethought himself that, as he was not going to sleep in the room, it might be as well to place it in the escritoire. He opened the secret place, and laid the diamond beside his poems and the crystal ring belonging to Mr. Arnold. This done, he took up his book again, and, returning to the drawing-room, found the whole party prepared to accompany him. Mr. Arnold had the keys. Von Funkelstein and he went first, and Hugh followed with Euphra.
"We will not contribute to your discomfiture by locking the doors on the way, Mr. Sutherland," said Mr. Arnold.
"That is, you will not compel me to win the wager in spite of my fears," said Hugh.
"But you will let the ghost loose on the household," said the Bohemian, laughing.
"I will be responsible for that," replied Mr. Arnold.
Euphra dropped a little behind with Hugh.
"Remember the secret passage," said she. "You can get out when you will, whether they lock the door, or not. Don't carry it too far, Hugh.""The ghost you mean, Euphra.--I don't think I shall," said Hugh, laughing. But as he laughed, an involuntary shudder passed through him.
"Have I stepped over my own grave?" thought he.
They reached the room, and entered. Hugh would have begged them to lock him in, had he not felt that his knowledge of the secret door, would, although he intended no use of it, render such a proposal dishonourable. They gave him the key of the door, to lock it on the inside, and bade him good night. They were just leaving him, when Hugh on whom a new light had broken at last, in the gradual restoration of his faculties, said to the Bohemian:
"One word with you, Herr von Funkelstein, if you please."Funkelstein followed him into the room; when Hugh half-closing the door, said:
"I trust to your sympathy, as gentleman, not to misunderstand me. Iwagered a hundred guineas with you in the heat of after-dinner talk.
I am not at present worth a hundred shillings.""Oh!" began Funkelstein, with a sneer, "if you wish to get off on that ground--""Herr von Funkelstein," interrupted Hugh, in a very decided tone, "Ipointed to your sympathy as a gentleman, as the ground on which Ihad hoped to meet you now. If you have difficulty in finding that ground, another may be found to-morrow without much seeking."Hugh paused for a moment after making this grand speech; but Funkelstein did not seem to understand him: he stood in a waiting attitude. Hugh therefore went on:
"Meantime, what I wanted to say is this:--I have just left a ring in my room, which, though in value considerably below the sum mentioned between us, may yet be a pledge of my good faith, in as far as it is of infinitely more value to me than can be reckoned in money. It was the property of one who by birth, and perhaps by social position as well, was Herr von Funkelstein's equal. The ring is a diamond, and belonged to my father."Von Funkelstein merely replied:
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Sutherland, for misunderstanding you. The ring is quite an equivalent." And making him a respectful bow, he turned and left him.
