Mask yourself, and, as your life is dear to you, do not raise it for one instant!" Wilhelmine took the mask, upon which flickered a little blue flame, and held it close to her face.

"Pray in spirit, then follow me." Wilhelmine followed without opposition the bright form which moved before her through the dark rooms.

She felt as if under the influence of a charm; her heart beat violently, her feet trembled, but still she felt no more wavering or fear; a joyous confidence filled her whole being.

With her eyes bent upon the moving form of light, she went onward in the obscurity, and entered the great drawing-room, where profound darkness and silence reigned.

A slight murmur, as of those in prayer, fell on her car, and it seemed as if numberless black shadows were moving about.