It was flooded with moonlight, but he did not mind that, so long as he could keep out of her sight.

Still it had a strange, eerie look, with its various pieces of furniture casting different shadows from those that by rights belonged to them.

He gazed at this thing and that, as if he had never seen it before.

The place seemed to cast a spell over him, so that he could not leave it.

He seated himself on the ancient brocaded couch, and sat staring, with a sense, which by degrees grew dreadful, that he was where he would not be, and that if he did not get up and go, something would happen.