Donal felt as if in the presence of the disembodied; he stood fascinated, nor made attempt to retire or conceal himself.

The figure turned its face to the wall, put the palms of its hands against it, and moved them up and down, and this way and that; then looked at them, and began to rub them against each other.
Donal came to himself.

He concluded it was a case of sleepwalking.

He had read that it was dangerous to wake the sleeper, but that he seldom came to mischief when left alone, and was about to slip away as he had come, when the faint sound of a far-off chord crept through the silence.

The earl again laid his ear to the wall.