J. S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 32 pages of information about J. S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 1.

There had been very little done in the way of modernising details; and, perhaps, it was better so; for there was something queer and by-gone in the very walls and ceilings—­in the shape of doors and windows—­in the odd diagonal site of the chimney-pieces—­in the beams and ponderous cornices—­not to mention the singular solidity of all the woodwork, from the banisters to the window-frames, which hopelessly defied disguise, and would have emphatically proclaimed their antiquity through any conceivable amount of modern finery and varnish.

An effort had, indeed, been made, to the extent of papering the drawing-rooms; but somehow, the paper looked raw and out of keeping; and the old woman, who kept a little dirt-pie of a shop in the lane, and whose daughter—­a girl of two and fifty—­was our solitary handmaid, coming in at sunrise, and chastely receding again as soon as she had made all ready for tea in our state apartment;—­this woman, I say, remembered it, when old Judge Horrocks (who, having earned the reputation of a particularly “hanging judge,” ended by hanging himself, as the coroner’s jury found, under an impulse of “temporary insanity,” with a child’s skipping-rope, over the massive old bannisters) resided there, entertaining good company, with fine venison and rare old port.  In those halcyon days, the drawing-rooms were hung with gilded leather, and, I dare say, cut a good figure, for they were really spacious rooms.

The bedrooms were wainscoted, but the front one was not gloomy; and in it the cosiness of antiquity quite overcame its sombre associations.  But the back bedroom, with its two queerly-placed melancholy windows, staring vacantly at the foot of the bed, and with the shadowy recess to be found in most old houses in Dublin, like a large ghostly closet, which, from congeniality of temperament, had amalgamated with the bedchamber, and dissolved the partition.  At night-time, this “alcove”—­as our “maid” was wont to call it—­had, in my eyes, a specially sinister and suggestive character.  Tom’s distant and solitary candle glimmered vainly into its darkness. There it was always overlooking him—­always itself impenetrable.  But this was only part of the effect.  The whole room was, I can’t tell how, repulsive to me.  There was, I suppose, in its proportions and features, a latent discord—­a certain mysterious and indescribable relation, which jarred indistinctly upon some secret sense of the fitting and the safe, and raised indefinable suspicions and apprehensions of the imagination.  On the whole, as I began by saying, nothing could have induced me to pass a night alone in it.

I had never pretended to conceal from poor Tom my superstitious weakness; and he, on the other hand, most unaffectedly ridiculed my tremors.  The sceptic was, however, destined to receive a lesson, as you shall hear.

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