He did not come at once into the library, so I went cautiously to my own room and found him making the bed.

This was odd, but only confirmed what I had all along thought, that there are no servants in the house.

When later I saw him through the chink of the hinges of the door laying the table in the dining room, I was assured of it.

For if he does himself all these menial offices, surely it is proof that there is no one else in the castle, it must have been the Count himself who was the driver of the coach that brought me here.

This is a terrible thought, for if so, what does it mean that he could control the wolves, as he did, by only holding up his hand for silence?
How was it that all the people at Bistritz and on the coach had some terrible fear for me?
What meant the giving of the crucifix, of the garlic, of the wild rose, of the mountain ash?
Bless that good, good woman who hung the crucifix round my neck! For it is a comfort and a strength to me whenever I touch it.