XI

First of all I made my way, of course, to the café where I had met the

baron; but no one in the café knew him or had even noticed him; he had

been a chance customer there. The negro the people there had observed, his

figure was so striking; but who he was, and where he was staying, no one

knew. Leaving my address in any case at the café, I fell to wandering about

the streets and sea front by the harbour, along the boulevards, peeped

into all places of public resort, but could find no one like the baron or

his companion!... Not having caught the baron’s surname, I was deprived

of the resource of applying to the police; I did, however, privately let

two or three guardians of the public safety know--they stared at me in

bewilderment, and did not altogether believe in me--that I would reward

them liberally if they could trace out two persons, whose exterior I tried

to describe as exactly as possible. After wandering about in this way till

dinner-time, I returned home exhausted. My mother had got up; but to her

usual melancholy there was added something new, a sort of dreamy blankness,

which cut me to the heart like a knife. I spent the evening with her.

We scarcely spoke at all; she played patience, I looked at her cards

in silence. She never made a single reference to what she had told me,

nor to what had happened the preceding evening. It was as though we had

made a secret compact not to touch on any of these harrowing and strange

incidents.... She seemed angry with herself, and ashamed of what had broken

from her unawares; though possibly she did not remember quite what she had

said in her half delirious feverishness, and hoped I should spare her....

And indeed this was it, I spared her, and she felt it; as on the previous

day she avoided my eyes. I could not get to sleep all night. Outside, a

fearful storm suddenly came on. The wind howled and darted furiously hither

and thither, the window-panes rattled and rang, despairing shrieks and

groans sounded in the air, as though something had been torn to shreds up

aloft, and were flying with frenzied wailing over the shaken houses. Before

dawn I dropped off into a doze ... suddenly I fancied some one came into my

room, and called me, uttered my name, in a voice not loud, but resolute.

I raised my head and saw no one; but, strange to say! I was not only

not afraid--I was glad; I suddenly felt a conviction that now I should

certainly attain my object. I dressed hurriedly and went out of the house.

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