In my country, he was known by a name which means the 'trap-door lover.'" "But why do these walls obey him alone?
He did not build them!" "Yes, sir, that is just what he did!" Raoul looked at him in amazement; but the Persian made a sign to him to be silent and pointed to the glass ...

There was a sort of shivering reflection.

Their image was troubled as in a rippling sheet of water and then all became stationary again.
"You see, sir, that it is not turning! Let us take another road!" "To-night, there is no other!" declared the Persian, in a singularly mournful voice.

"And now, look out! And be ready to fire." He himself raised his pistol opposite the glass.

Raoul imitated his movement.