He had directed, in great part, the moveable embellishments of the seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fete; and it was his own guiding taste which had given character to the masqueraders.  Be sure they were grotesque.  There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and phantasm —­ much of what has been since seen in “Hernani.”  There were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments.  There were delirious fancies such as the madman fashions.  There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.  To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams.  And these —­ the dreams —­ writhed in and about, taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps.  And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet.  And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock.  The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand.  But the echoes of the chime die away —­ they have endured but an instant —­ and a light, half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart.  And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted windows through which stream the rays from the tripods.  But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there flows a ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness of the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the more remote gaieties of the other apartments.

But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life.  And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock.  And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before.  But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled.  And thus, too, it happened, perhaps, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single individual before.  And the rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise —­ then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust.