“‘A cold night,’ it said slowly.
“I replied in the affirmative, and light or no light, fell to with an appetite which had only been sharpened by the snack in the middle of the day. It was somewhat difficult eating in the dark, and it was evident from the behaviour of my invisible companions that they were as unused to dining under such circumstances as I was. We ate in silence until the old woman blundered into the room with some sweets and put them with a crash upon the table.
“‘Are you a stranger about here?’ inquired the curious voice again.
“I replied in the affirmative, and murmured something about my luck in stumbling upon such a good dinner.
“‘Stumbling is a very good word for it,’ said the voice grimly. ’You have forgotten the port, father.’
“‘So I have,’ said the old man, rising. ’It’s a bottle of the “Celebrated” to-day; I will get it myself.’
“He felt his way to the door, and closing it behind him, left me alone with my unseen neighbour. There was something so strange about the whole business that I must confess to more than a slight feeling of uneasiness.
“My host seemed to be absent a long time. I heard the man opposite lay down his fork and spoon, and half fancied I could see a pair of wild eyes shining through the gloom like a cat’s.
“With a growing sense of uneasiness I pushed my chair back. It caught the hearthrug, and in my efforts to disentangle it the screen fell over with a crash and in the flickering light of the fire I saw the face of the creature opposite. With a sharp catch of my breath I left my chair and stood with clenched fists beside it. Man or beast, which was it? The flame leaped up and then went out, and in the mere red glow of the fire it looked more devilish than before.
“For a few moments we regarded each other in silence; then the door opened and the old man returned. He stood aghast as he saw the warm firelight, and then approaching the table mechanically put down a couple of bottles.
“‘I beg your pardon,’ said I, reassured by his presence, ’but I have accidentally overturned the screen. Allow me to replace it.’
“‘No,’ said the old man, gently, ’let it be.
“‘We have had enough of the dark. I’ll give you a light.’
“He struck a match and slowly lit the candles. Then—I saw that the man opposite had but the remnant of a face, a gaunt wolfish face in which one unquenched eye, the sole remaining feature, still glittered. I was greatly moved, some suspicion of the truth occurring to me.
“‘My son was injured some years ago in a burning house,’ said the old man. ’Since then we have lived a very retired life. When you came to the door we—’ his voice trembled, ‘that is-my son—–’
“’I thought,” said the son simply, ’that it would be better for me not to come to the dinner-table. But it happens to be my birthday, and my father would not hear of my dining alone, so we hit upon this foolish plan of dining in the dark. I’m sorry I startled you.’