Am I then, thought I, indeed, the hero of the haunted room?  Is there really a spell laid upon me, or is this all some contrivance of mine host, to raise a laugh at my expense?  The idea of being hag-ridden by my own fancy all night, and then bantered on my haggard looks the next day was intolerable; but the very idea was sufficient to produce the effect, and to render me still more nervous.  Pish, said I, it can be no such thing.  How could my worthy host imagine that I, or any man would be so worried by a mere picture?  It is my own diseased imagination that torments me.  I turned in my bed, and shifted from side to side, to try to fall asleep; but all in vain.  When one cannot get asleep by lying quiet, it is seldom that tossing about will effect the purpose.  The fire gradually went out and left the room in darkness.  Still I had the idea of this inexplicable countenance gazing and keeping watch upon me through the darkness.  Nay, what was worse, the very darkness seemed to give it additional power, and to multiply its terrors.  It was like having an unseen enemy hovering about one in the night.  Instead of having one picture now to worry me, I had a hundred.  I fancied it in every direction.  And there it is, thought I,—­and there, and there,—­with its horrible and mysterious expression, still gazing and gazing on me.  No if I must suffer this strange and dismal influence, it were better face a single foe, than thus be haunted by a thousand images of it.

Whoever has been in such a state of nervous agitation must know that the longer it continues, the more uncontrollable it grows; the very air of the chamber seemed at length infected by the baleful presence of this picture.  I fancied it hovering over me.  I almost felt the fearful visage from the wall approaching my face,—­it seemed breathing upon me.  This is not to be borne, said I, at length, springing out of bed.  I can stand this no longer.  I shall only tumble and toss about here all night; make a very spectre of myself, and become the hero of the haunted chamber in good earnest.  Whatever be the consequence.  I’ll quit this cursed room, and seek a night’s rest elsewhere.  They can but laugh at me at all events, and they’ll be sure to have the laugh upon me if I pass a sleepless night and show them a haggard and wo-begone visage in the morning.

All this was half muttered to myself, as I hastily slipped on my clothes; which having done, I groped my way out of the room, and down-stairs to the drawing-room.  Here, after tumbling over two or three pieces of furniture, I made out to reach a sofa, and stretching myself upon it determined to bivouac there for the night.