"I was not alone."
"Was the master of the house with you? or had you some other companion?"
It would have been worse than useless (after what I had now heard) to attempt to deceive her.
"I had another companion," I answered.
"The person in the room with me was a woman."
Her face showed, as I spoke, that she was again shaken by the terrifying recollection to which she had just alluded.
I had, by this time, some difficulty myself in preserving my composure.
Still, I was determined not to let a word escape me which could operate as a suggestion on the mind of my companion.
"Have you any other question to ask me?" was all I said.
"One more," she answered.
"Was there anything unusual in the dress of your companion?"
"Yes.
She wore a long black veil, which hung over her head and face, and dropped to below her waist."
Mrs. Van Brandt leaned back in her chair, and covered her eyes with her hands.
"I understand your motive for concealing from me the presence of that miserable woman in the house," she said.
"It is good and kind, like all your motives; but it is useless.
While I lay in the trance I saw everything exactly as it was in the reality; and I, too, saw that frightful face!"
Those words literally electrified me.
My conversation of that morning with my mother instantly recurred to my memory.
I started to my feet.
"Good God!" I exclaimed, "what do you mean?"
"Don't you understand yet?" she asked in amazement on her side.
"Must I speak more plainly still?
When you saw the apparition of me, did you see me write?"
"Yes.
On a letter that the lady was writing for me.
I saw the words afterward; the words that brought me to you last night:
'At the month's end, In the shadow of Saint Paul's.'"
"How did I appear to write on the unfinished letter?"
"You lifted the writing-case, on which the letter and the pen lay, off the lady's lap; and, while you wrote, you rested the case on her shoulder."
"Did you notice if the lifting of the case produced any effect on her?"
"I saw no effect produced," I answered. "She remained immovable in her chair."
"I saw it differently in my dream.
She raised her hand—not the hand that was nearest to you, but nearest to me.
As I lifted the writing-case, she lifted her hand, and parted the folds of the veil from off her face—I suppose to see more clearly.
It was only for a moment; and in that moment I saw what the veil hid.
Don't let us speak of it!
You must have shuddered at that frightful sight in the reality, as I shuddered at it in the dream.
You must have asked yourself, as I did:
'Is there nobody to poison the terrible creature, and hide her mercifully in the grave?'"
At those words, she abruptly checked herself.
I could say nothing—my face spoke for me.
She saw it, and guessed the truth.
"Good heavens!" she cried, "you have not seen her!
She must have kept her face hidden from you behind the veil!
Oh, why, why did you cheat me into talking of it!
I will never speak of it again.
See, we are frightening the child!
Come here, darling; there is nothing to be afraid of.
Come, and bring your cake with you.