Of course a wax image in the dark is the same as a wax image in the day.
Still, thought I, I would sooner be outside, and-- What was it made me stop short, and sit up in my seat, petrified, and with the blood curdling in my veins?
My eyes, while I meditated, had turned towards William the Conqueror, to whom, as I have already said, I had been in the act of nodding in a friendly way when I dropped asleep.
To my horror, I now perceived that he was, in a most unmistakable manner, nodding at me! Yes, by the feeble light I could see, not only his head move, but even his eyes too! I was helpless and speechless.

I could no more move, or call out, or take my eyes off him, than if I had been a wax figure myself.
Presently I saw his hands move slowly to the arms of his chair, and then, keeping his eyes still on me, he rose to his feet.

I could hear the clank of the sword against his greaves as he stepped off his platform on to the floor of the hall and advanced a step towards me.
Then, as I sat quaking there, I felt his eyes upon mine, and knew that he was staring at me from head to toe.
By a superhuman effort I dug my fingers into the plush of the sofa, and ejaculated a frantic "Oh!" The cry resounded fearfully through the building, and seemed to wake echoes which certainly had nothing in common with my voice.

It was as if every one in the place had suddenly caught sight of me at the same moment and was giving vent to his or her astonishment.
I had better have remained silent! For, as I gave one scared look round, I saw King John lay down his pen, and, rising hastily, walk towards me.

He scowled viciously at me, and then, as I collapsed in a heap on to the floor, I saw him turn inquiringly to William the Conqueror.
Whatever the question he asked was, William answered it in the affirmative, whereupon John turned round to the rest of the company, and beckoned with his hand.
Instantly William Rufus, Henry the First, Stephen, Matilda, Henry the Second, and Richard Coeur de Lion, came forward.