Of course Funkelstein was quite ready, and Hugh as well, although he felt at this moment ill-fitted for ghost-hunting. The ladies hesitated; but at last, more afraid of being left behind alone, than of going with the gentlemen, they consented. Euphra brought the keys, and they commenced their march of investigation. Up the grand staircase they went, Mr. Arnold first with the keys, Hugh next with Mrs. Elton and Lady Emily, and the Bohemian, considerably to Hugh's dissatisfaction, bringing up the rear with Euphra.--This misarrangement did more than anything else could have done, to deaden for the time the distraction of feeling produced in Hugh's mind by the events of the last few minutes. Yet even now he seemed to be wandering through the old house in a dream, instead of following Mr. Arnold, whose presence might well have been sufficient to destroy any illusion, except such as a Chinese screen might superinduce; for, possessed of far less imagination than a horse, he was incapable of any terrors, but such as had to do with robbers, or fire, or chartists--which latter fear included both the former. He strode on securely, carrying a candle in one hand, and the keys in the other. Each of the other gentlemen likewise bore a light. They had to go through doors, some locked, some open, following a different route from that taken by Euphra on a former occasion.
But Mr. Arnold found the keys troublesome. He could not easily distinguish those he wanted, and was compelled to apply to Euphra.
She left Funkelstein in consequence, and walked in front with her uncle. Her former companion got beside Lady Emily, and as they could not well walk four abreast, she fell behind with him. So Hugh got next to Euphra, behind her, and was comforted.
At length, by tortuous ways, across old rooms, and up and down abrupt little stairs, they reached the door of Lady Euphrasia's room. The key was found, and the door opened with some perturbation--manifest on the part of the ladies, and concealed on the part of the men. The place was quite dark. They entered; and Hugh was greatly struck with its strange antiquity. Lady Euphrasia's ghost had driven the last occupant out of it nearly a hundred years ago; but most of the furniture was much older than that, having probably belonged to Lady Euphrasia herself. The room remained just as the said last occupant had left it. Even the bed-clothes remained, folded down, as if expecting their occupant for the last hundred years. The fine linen had grown yellow; and the rich counterpane lay like a churchyard after the resurrection, full of the open graves of the liberated moths. On the wall hung the portrait of a nun in convent-attire.
"Some have taken that for a second portrait of Lady Euphrasia," said Mr. Arnold, "but it cannot be.--Euphra, we will go back through the picture gallery.--I suspect it of originating the tradition that Lady Euphrasia became a nun at last. I do not believe it myself.
The picture is certainly old enough to stand for her, but it does not seem to me in the least like the other."It was a great room, with large recesses, and therefore irregular in form. Old chairs, with remnants of enamel and gilding, and seats of faded damask, stood all about. But the beauty of the chamber was its tapestry. The walls were entirely covered with it, and the rich colours had not yet receded into the dull grey of the past, though their gorgeousness had become sombre with age. The subject was the story of Samson.
"Come and see this strange piece of furniture," said Euphra to Hugh, who had kept by her side since they entered this room.
She led him into one of the recesses, almost concealed by the bed-hangings. In it stood a cabinet of ebony, reaching nearly to the ceiling, curiously carved in high relief.
"I wish I could show you the inside of it," she went on, "but Icannot now."
This was said almost in a whisper. Hugh replied with only a look of thanks. He gazed at the carving, on whose black surface his candle made little light, and threw no shadows.
"You have looked at this before, Euphra," said he. "Explain it to me.""I have often tried to find out what it is," she answered; "but Inever could quite satisfy myself about it."
She proceeded, however, to tell him what she fancied it might mean, speaking still in the low tone which seemed suitable to the awe of the place. She got interested in showing him the relations of the different figures; and he made several suggestions as to the possible intention of the artist. More than one well-known subject was proposed and rejected.
Suddenly becoming aware of the sensation of silence, they looked up, and saw that theirs was the only light in the room. They were left alone in the haunted chamber.--They looked at each other for one moment; then said, with half-stifled voices:
"Euphra!"
"Hugh!"
Euphra seemed half amused and half perplexed. Hugh looked half perplexed and wholly pleased.
"Come, come," said Euphra, recovering herself, and leading the way to the door.
When they reached it, they found it closed and locked. Euphra raised her hand to beat on it. Hugh caught it.
"You will drive Lady Emily into fits. Did you not see how awfully pale she was?"Euphra instantly lifted her hand again, as if she would just like to try that result. But Hugh, who was in no haste for any result, held her back.
She struggled for a moment or two, but not very strenuously, and, desisting all at once, let her arms drop by her sides.
"I fear it is too late. This is a double door, and Mr. Arnold will have locked all the doors between this and the picture-gallery.
They are there now. What shall we do?"
She said this with an expression of comical despair, which would have made Hugh burst into laughter, had he not been too much pleased to laugh.
"Never mind," he said, "we will go on with our study of the cabinet.
They will soon find out that we are left behind, and come back to look for us.""Yes, but only fancy being found here!"
