Do you see this stick?
I have just cut it in his own woods to use it on himself!" The young man no longer listened to the workman; his eyes were turned toward the castle, whose slightest details he studied, as if he hoped that in the end the stone would turn into glass and let him see the interior.

If this curiosity had any other object than the architecture and form of the building it was not gratified.

No human figure came to enliven this sad, lonely dwelling.

All the windows were closed, as if the house were uninhabited.

The baying of dogs, probably imprisoned in their kennel, was the only sound which came to break the strange silence, and the distant thunder, with its dull rumbling, repeated by the echoes, responded plaintively, and gave a lugubrious character to the scene.
"When one speaks of the devil he appears," said the workman, suddenly, with an emotion which gave the lie to his recent bravado; "if you wish to see this devil incarnate of a Bergenheim, just turn your head.
Good-by." At these words he leaped a ditch at the left of the road and disappeared in the bushes.