After the words he had just spoken, what could I say?
what could I think?
"Even in the first horror of first seeing the apparition," he went on, "the prophecy against our house came to my mind, and with it the conviction that I beheld before me, in that spectral presence, the warning of my own doom.

As soon as I recovered a little, I determined, nevertheless, to test the reality of what I saw; to find out whether I was the dupe of my own diseased fancy or not.

I left the turret; the phantom left it with me.

I made an excuse to have the drawing-room at the Abbey brilliantly lighted up; the figure was still opposite me.

I walked out into the park; it was there in the clear starlight.