Then the awakening came.  I sat one day in the chair beside his, wondering as usual.  I had felt heavy of late, with a soreness and languor in my bones, as if a dead weight hung continually on my shoulders, and another rested on my heart.  A warmer colour in the Stranger’s cheek caught my attention; and I bent forward, peering under the pendulous lids.  His eyes were livelier and less profound.  The melancholy was passing from them as breath fades off a pane of glass. He was growing younger.  Starting up, I ran across the room, to the mirror.

There were two white hairs in my fore-lock; and, at the corner of either eye, half a dozen radiating lines.  I was an old man.

Turning, I regarded the Stranger.  He sat phlegmatic as an Indian idol; and in my fancy I felt the young blood draining from my own heart, and saw it mantling in his cheeks.  Minute by minute I watched the slow miracle—­the old man beautified.  As buds unfold, he put on a lovely youthfulness; and, drop by drop, left me winter.

I hurried from the room, and seeking my wife, laid the case before her.  “This is a ghoul,” I said, “that we harbour:  he is sucking my best blood, and the household is clean bewitched.”  She laid aside the book in which she read, and laughed at me.  Now my wife was well-looking, and her eyes were the light of my soul.  Consider, then, how I felt as she laughed, taking the Stranger’s part against me.  When I left her, it was with a new suspicion in my heart.  “How shall it be,” I thought, “if after stealing my youth, he go on to take the one thing that is better?”

In my room, day by day, I brooded upon this—­hating my own alteration, and fearing worse.  With the Stranger there was no longer any disguise.  His head blossomed in curls; white teeth filled the hollows of his mouth; the pits in his cheeks were heaped full with roses, glowing under a transparent skin.  It was Aeson renewed and thankless; and he sat on, devouring my substance.

Now having probed my weakness, and being satisfied that I no longer dared to turn him out, he, who had half-imposed his native tongue upon us, constraining the household to a hideous jargon, the bastard growth of two languages, condescended to jerk us back rudely into our own speech once more, mastering it with a readiness that proved his former dissimulation, and using it henceforward as the sole vehicle of his wishes.  On his past life he remained silent; but took occasion to confide in me that he proposed embracing a military career, as soon as he should tire of the shelter of my roof.

And I groaned in my chamber; for that which I feared had come to pass.  He was making open love to my wife.  And the eyes with which he looked at her, and the lips with which he coaxed her, had been mine; and I was an old man.  Judge now between me and this guest.

One morning I went to my wife; for the burden was past bearing, and I must satisfy myself.  I found her tending the plants on her window-ledge; and when she turned, I saw that years had not taken from her comeliness one jot.  And I was old.