upon my nerves resembled that of a narcotic, and rendered me less susceptible than, perhaps, I should in any other condition have been, of the exciting fears which had become habitual to me.  Then again, a little bit of the window was open, a pleasant freshness pervaded the room, and, to crown all, the cheerful sun of day was making the room quite pleasant.  What was to prevent my enjoying an hour’s nap here?  The whole air was resonant with the cheerful hum of life, and the broad matter-of-fact light of day filled every corner of the room.

“I yielded—­stifling my qualms—­to the almost overpowering temptation; and merely throwing off my coat, and loosening my cravat, I lay down, limiting myself to half-an-hour’s doze in the unwonted enjoyment of a feather bed, a coverlet, and a bolster.

“It was horribly insidious; and the demon, no doubt, marked my infatuated preparations.  Dolt that I was, I fancied, with mind and body worn out for want of sleep, and an arrear of a full week’s rest to my credit, that such measure as half-an-hour’s sleep, in such a situation, was possible.  My sleep was death-like, long, and dreamless.

“Without a start or fearful sensation of any kind, I waked gently, but completely.  It was, as you have good reason to remember, long past midnight—­I believe, about two o’clock.  When sleep has been deep and long enough to satisfy nature thoroughly, one often wakens in this way, suddenly, tranquilly, and completely.

“There was a figure seated in that lumbering, old sofa-chair, near the fireplace.  Its back was rather towards me, but I could not be mistaken; it turned slowly round, and, merciful heavens! there was the stony face, with its infernal lineaments of malignity and despair, gloating on me.  There was now no doubt as to its consciousness of my presence, and the hellish malice with which it was animated, for it arose, and drew close to the bedside.  There was a rope about its neck, and the other end, coiled up, it held stiffly in its hand.

“My good angel nerved me for this horrible crisis.  I remained for some seconds transfixed by the gaze of this tremendous phantom.  He came close to the bed, and appeared on the point of mounting upon it.  The next instant I was upon the floor at the far side, and in a moment more was, I don’t know how, upon the lobby.

“But the spell was not yet broken; the valley of the shadow of death was not yet traversed.  The abhorred phantom was before me there; it was standing near the banisters, stooping a little, and with one end of the rope round its own neck, was poising a noose at the other, as if to throw over mine; and while engaged in this baleful pantomime, it wore a smile so sensual, so unspeakably dreadful, that my senses were nearly overpowered.  I saw and remember nothing more, until I found myself in your room.

“I had a wonderful escape, Dick—­there is no disputing that—­an escape for which, while I live, I shall bless the mercy of heaven.  No one can conceive or imagine what it is for flesh and blood to stand in the presence of such a thing, but one who has had the terrific experience.  Dick, Dick, a shadow has passed over me—­a chill has crossed my blood and marrow, and I will never be the same again—­never, Dick—­never!”