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durst do it. She watched her opportunity; concealed herself in the
park, and waylaid the Count as he returned one day from shooting.
But instead of taking the letter, he set his dogs upon her, who would
have torn her to pieces, but for the courageous interference of one
of his followers.
"The curse ran, that never should the heir of Givry prosper till one of
them took the letter; and that the last scion of the house should
Renier le croix et se vouer à l'Enfer.
"Since that, it was said that, no eldest son or daughter of the house
of Givry had lived and prospered, whilst the letter, in some way or
other had been offered to every one of them; but as the cadets of
the family lived and married and prospered like other people, they
did not choose to believe in the story; at least, whatever their secret
thoughts on the subject may have been, they publicly threw ridicule
on the tradition, whenever it was alluded to; but Monsieur de Givry
had sufficient faith in it to believe, that if Adeline had been the
daughter of Robertine Collet, she would never have been visited by
the ghost of Madeleine Dogue and her children."
 THE SWISS LADY'S STORY.
"It was not I," said Madame de Geirsteche; "it was my mother who
saw the apparition you have heard of; but I can tell you all the
particulars of the story if you have patience to listen to it."
"You would be conferring a great favour," I said; "from what I have
heard of the circumstance, I am already much interested."
We were in the steamboat that plies between Vevay and Geneva
when this conversation occurred, and as there could not be a more
convenient opportunity of hearing the narration, we retired from the
crowd of travellers that thronged the deck, and Madame de G.
began as follows.
"My husband's father, the elder Monsieur Geirsteche, was acquainted
with two young men named Zwengler. He was at school and at
college with them, and their intimacy continued after their education
was finished. When one was fourteen and the other ten, they had
the misfortune to lose both their parents by an accident. They were
crossing the Alps, when by the fall of an avalanche their carriage
was overturned down a precipice, and they and their servants
perished.
"The Zwenglers were people of good family but small fortune; and
as they had always lived fully up to what they had, their property,
when it came to be divided between their four children, for they had
two daughters besides the sons I have named, afforded but an
inadequate portion to each; but this misfortune was mitigated by
their rich relations—a wealthy uncle adopted the boys, and an
equally wealthy aunt took the girls. This was but just, for they had
both been enriched by what ought to have been the inheritance of
the other sister, the mother of these children, who, having married
Monsieur Zwengler contrary to the wishes of her parents, was cut off
with a shilling. This uncle and aunt had never married, for their
father objected to every match that was proposed, as not sufficiently
advantageous; whilst the brother and sister, taking warning by the
fate of Madame Zwengler, preferred living single to the risk of
incurring the same penalty. The daughters having good fortunes
married early, and I believe did well enough; it is on the history of
the sons that my story turns.
"As I mentioned, they were at the same school with my husband's
father when the catastrophe happened to their parents, and he
remembered afterwards the different manner in which the news had
affected them; Alfred's grief was apparently stormy and violent; that
of the other was less demonstrative, but more genuine. Alfred, in
short, was secretly elated at the independence he expected would
be the consequence of this sudden bereavement; and he lost no
time in assuming over Louis the importance and authority of an
elder brother. Louis was an enthusiastic, warm-hearted, and
imaginative child, too young to appreciate his loss in a worldly point
of view, but mourning his parents—especially his mother—sincerely.
"Alfred's hopes of independence were considerably abated, when he
found himself under the guardianship of Mr. Altorf, his uncle, a
proud, pompous, tenacious, arbitrary man; on the other hand, he
was somewhat consoled by the expectation of becoming the heir to
his large fortune, the magnitude of which he had frequently heard
descanted on by his parents. He soon discovered, too, that as the
heir expectant he had acquired an importance that he had never
enjoyed before; and in order to make sure of these advantages, he
neglected no means of recommending himself to the old gentleman,
insomuch, that Mr. Altorf, being very fond of the study of chemistry,
Alfred affected great delight in the same pursuit, sacrificing his own
inclinations to shut himself up in his uncle's laboratory, with crucibles
and chemicals that he often wished might be consumed in the
furnace they employed. Louis, the while, pursued his studies,
thoughtless of the future as young people usually are; but as he
advanced in age, he began to exhibit symptoms of a failing
constitution, and as the law for which his uncle designed him
required more study than was compatible with health, he was
allowed to follow his inclination and become a soldier. With this view,
he was sent to Paris, and committed to the surveillance of a friend of
his uncle there, who was in the French service.
"No profession being proposed for Alfred, he lived on with his uncle,
confirmed in the belief that though his brother, if he survived, would
be remembered in the old man's will, he himself should inherit the
bulk of the property. It was a weary life to him, shut up half the day
in the laboratory, that he detested, in constant association with an
uncongenial companion. Moreover, up to the period of his being of
age, he was kept almost entirely without money, and was excluded
from all the pleasures suitable to his years. When he attained his
majority, he became possessed of the small patrimony that devolved
on him as the eldest son of his father, and was enabled to make
himself some amends for the privations he had previously submitted
to. Not that he threw off his uncle's authority, or became openly less
submissive and conformable; but secretly he contrived to procure
himself many relaxations and enjoyments, from which he had before
been shut out; and in the attaining and purchasing these pleasures
he freely squandered all the proceeds of his inheritance, reckoning
securely on the future being well provided for.
"His uncle inhabited a villa outside of Geneva, on the road to Ferney,
and seldom came into the town, except when he visited his banker.
His chemicals and other articles, Alfred usually purchased, and he
had made acquaintance with several young men, whose society and
amusements he availed himself of these opportunities to enjoy. One
frosty day in December, he was strolling arm in arm with some of
these youths, when, on turning a corner, he unexpectedly saw
sailing down the street before them, the massive figure of his uncle,
attired in his best chocolate suit, his hair powdered, and a long
pigtail hanging down his back. The air of conscious importance and
pomposity with which he strode along, amused these gay
companions, and they were diverting themselves at the old
gentleman's expense, when his foot slipped on a slide, and he fell
down. This was irresistible; and they all burst into a simultaneous
shout of laughter. A passer by immediately assisted him to rise; and
as he did so, he turned round to see from whence the merriment
proceeded—perhaps he had recognised his nephew's voice—at all
events, Alfred felt sure he saw, if he did not hear, and thought it
prudent to apologise for his ill-timed hilarity, which he sought to
excuse by alleging that he had not at first been aware who it was
that had fallen. Mr. Altorf looked stern; but as he said nothing, and
never alluded to the subject again, Alfred congratulated himself at
having got off so well, and endeavoured to efface any unpleasant
impression that might remain by extra attentions and compliances.
"Everything went on as usual till the following year, when one
morning the old gentleman was found dead in his bed, and the
medical men pronounced that he had expired in a fit of apoplexy.
"When the will—which was dated several years back—came to be
read, it was found that after two trifling legacies, and five thousand
pounds to Louis, the whole estate was bequeathed to Alfred, whose
breast dilated with joy, as the words fell upon his ear, although it
was no more than he was prepared for; but the first flush of triumph
had not subsided, when the lawyer arrested the incipient
congratulations of the company, by saying, 'Here is a codicil, I see,
dated the fourteenth of December, last year.'
"The company resumed their seats, and a cold chill crept through
Alfred's veins, as the reader proceeded as follows:—
"'I hereby revoke the bequest hereabove made to my nephew Alfred
Zwengler, and I give and bequeath the whole of my estates, real and
personal, to my nephew, Louis Zwengler. To my nephew, Alfred
Zwengler, I give and bequeath my bust, which stands on the hall
table. It is accounted a good likeness, and when I am gone, it will
serve to keep him merry. May he have many a hearty laugh at it—on
the wrong side of his mouth.'
"The auditors looked confounded on hearing this extraordinary
paragraph, but Alfred understood it too well.
"It is unnecessary to dwell upon his feelings; a quarter of an hour
ago he was one of the richest men of his canton—now there were
not many poorer in all Switzerland than Alfred Zwengler. He had
awakened from his long dream of wealth and importance, and habits
of expense, to poverty and utter insignificance; while Louis, whom
he had always despised—Louis, over whom he had domineered, and
assumed the airs of an elder brother and a great man, had leapt into
his shoes at one bound, and left him grovelling in the mud. How he
hated him.
"But he might die; what letters they had had from Paris reported him
very sickly; he might be killed in battle, for Europe was full of wars
in those days; but he might do neither; and at all events, in the
meantime what was Alfred to do? A thousand wild and desperate
schemes passed through his brain for bettering his situation, but
none seemed practicable. The sole remnant of the property he had
inherited from his father, that still remained in his possession, was a
house in Geneva, called L'Hôtel Dupont, that he had mortgaged to
nearly its full value, intending at his uncle's death, to pay the money
and redeem it. It had been let, but was now empty and under repair,
and the creditors talked of selling it to pay themselves. But Alfred
induced them to wait, by giving out that as soon as his brother
understood his situation, he would advance the necessary sum to
relieve him. Perhaps he really entertained this expectation, but he
had no precise right to do so, for he had never given Louis a crown
piece, though the latter had suffered much more from his uncle's
parsimony than he had, having inherited nothing whatever from his
parents. However, Alfred wrote to Louis, dating his letter from that
house, dilating on his difficulties, and the hardness of his fate, and
hinting that, had he come into possession of his uncle's fortune, as
he had every right to expect he should, how he should have felt it
his duty to act towards an only brother.
"He received no answer to this appeal; and, at first, he drew very
unfavourable conclusions from his brother's silence; but, as time
went on, and Louis neither appeared to take possession of his
inheritance, nor wrote to account for his absence, hope began once
more to dawn in the horizon; the brighter, that no letters whatever
arrived from him; even the lawyers who had applied for instructions,
received no answer. The last letter his uncle had had from him, had
mentioned the probability of his joining the Republican forces in the
south, if his health permitted him to do so. Altogether, there
certainly were grounds for anxiety or hope, as it might be; I need
not say which it was on this occasion. Rumours of bloody battles,
too, prevailed, in which many had fallen. Even the creditors were
content to wait, not being inclined to push to extremity a debtor,
who might be on the verge of prosperity, for it was not likely that
Louis would make a will; and it was even possible that he might
have died before his uncle. In either case, Alfred was the undoubted
heir; and, accordingly, he began once more to taste some of the
sweets of fortune;—hats were doffed, hands were held out to him,
and one or two sanguine spirits went so far as to offer loans of small
sums and temporary accommodation.
"At length, affairs being in this state of uncertainty, the lawyers
thought it necessary to investigate the matter, and endeavour to
ascertain what was become of the heir. Measures were accordingly
taken, which evidently kept Alfred in a violent state of agitation; but
the result, apparently, made him amends for all he had suffered. It
was proved that Louis, with his military friend, had joined the
Republican forces in the south, but was supposed to have perished
in an encounter with the Chouans; nobody could swear to having
seen him dead; but, as the Republicans had been surprised and
fallen into an ambush, they had been obliged to retreat, leaving their
dead upon the field.
"This being the case, the property was given up to Alfred; a portion
being sequestered, in order that it might accumulate for a certain
number of years, for the purpose of refunding the original heir,
should he—contrary to all expectation—reappear. If not, at the
expiration of that term, the sequestrated portion would be released.
"Alfred Zwengler was now at the summit of his wishes; and one
might have thought, would have felt the more intense satisfaction, in
the possession of his wealth, from the narrow escape he had had of
losing it; but this did not seem to be the case. He had, formerly,
been very fond of society, though he had few opportunities of
entering into it; but when he had, nobody enjoyed it more. Now, he
did not shun mankind; on the contrary, he sought their company;
but he was moody, silent, and apparently unhappy. People said, that
he lived in constant fear of his brother's turning up again and
reclaiming his inheritance. It might be so; nobody knew the cause of
the change in him, for he was uncommunicative, even to his nearest
acquaintance.
"One thing, that gave colour to this supposition was, that he
evidently disliked to hear Louis named; and whenever he was
alluded to, he invariably asserted that he did not believe he was
dead, and that he expected every day to see him come back. After
saying this, it was observed that, he would turn deathly pale,—rising
from his chair, and walking about the room in manifest agitation.
"Preferring the town to the country, Mr. Zwengler had declared his
intention of residing in his own house, which had lately been
repaired under his special directions, and fitted up with all the
appliances of comfort and elegance; but he was scarcely settled
there before he took a sudden and unaccountable dislike to it, and
offered it for sale. As it was an excellent property, Mr. Geirsteche, my
husband's father bought it; and Mr. Zwengler purchased another
house and removed his furniture thither.
"Mr. Geirsteche had no intention of living in the house; he bought it
as an investment; for being situated in one of the best streets of the
city, it was sure to let well; and accordingly it was not long before he
found an eligible tenent in Mr. Bautte, an eminent watchmaker of
Geneva, who furnished it handsomely. He was very rich, and wanted
it for his family, who expressed themselves delighted with their new
residence. Nevertheless, they had not been in it three months before
they expressed a desire to live in the environs of the city rather than
in it. As Mr. Bautte had taken a long lease of the house, he put up a
ticket announcing that it was to be let. A gentleman from Lucerne,
named Maurice, who had just married his sister's governess, and
wished therefore to reside at a distance from his family, took it for
three years, with the option of keeping it on for whatever term he
pleased at the end of that period. He gave directions for the
furnishing, and when it was ready, they came to Geneva and took up
their abode in their new house. At the end of a year, they applied to
Mr. Bautte for permission to sub-let the house. There was no such
provision in the agreement, and Mr. Bautte at first, we were told,
objected, but consented after an interview with Mr. Maurice. But
these frequent removals had begun to draw observation, and it
began to be rumoured that there was something objectionable about
the Hôtel du Pont. The common people whispered that it was
haunted; some said it was infested with rats; others that it was ill
drained; in short, it got a bad reputation, and nobody was willing to
take it. Mr. Maurice and his wife, who were gone to Paris for a few
months, and had not yet removed their furniture, being informed of
this, advertised it to be let furnished. So many strangers come to
Geneva, that there is no want of tenants for good furnished houses,
and it was soon engaged by a French family from Dijon. They took it
for a year, but at the end of that time they left it for a residence
much inferior in every respect, and yet more expensive; the rent Mr.
Maurice asked being very moderate.
"I don't know who were the next tenants, but family after family
took the house, for it was a very attractive one, but nobody lived in
it long. When Mr. Maurice's three years had expired, Mr. Bautte
bought his furniture, and continued to let the house furnished. He
would have been glad to sell his lease, which was for thirty years,
but nobody was inclined to buy it.
"I now, said Madame de G. come to that part of the story that
concerns my mother. I have frequently heard the story from her own
lips, and nothing made her so angry as to see people listen to it with
incredulity. My grandfather, Mr. Colman, was, as you are aware,
much given to the pursuit of literature, and as that is one that
seldom brings wealth, his means were somewhat restricted,
although he had a small independance of his own. He had three
daughters and two sons, and when his family had outgrown their
childhood, and my mother, who was the eldest, had attained the age
of seventeen, they came to Geneva for the sake of giving the young
people some advantages of education that he could not afford them
in England; besides there was a good deal of literary society to be
had here then, and the place was cheaper than it is now.
"Having no acquaintance, they applied on their arrival to an agent,
who offered them several houses and L'Hôtel du Pont amongst the
number. At first they were about to decline it as a residence beyond
their means; but when the rent was named, they took it
immediately. It was so far the best house they had seen, and the
cheapest, that when the agreement was signed, they expressed
their surprise to the agent, at what appeared the unreasonable
demands of the other proprietors.
"'Why, this house is particularly situated, sir,' said the agent. 'The
gentleman who furnished it was obliged to leave Geneva almost
immediately after he had settled himself here; and he being absent,
and caring more for a good tenant than a high rent, we don't stand
out for a price as people must do when they look to make money by
a house.'
"Mr. Colman congratulated himself on his good luck in finding such a
liberal proprietor, and in a few days he and his family were
comfortably established in the Hôtel du Pont. The only difficulty they
had found was in procuring servants. They had one English maid
with them, and, at last, they succeeded in getting two girls as cook
and housemaid. The latter was a German, who had been brought
there by a family who had gone on to Italy; and the former was a
Frenchwoman, who had married a gentleman's valet, and had
followed him from Paris to Geneva.
"As soon as everything was arranged, they resumed their usual
habits—one of which was, that for an hour or two before they went
to bed the father read aloud to them, in a room they called the
library—it was, in fact, his writing-room—whilst the ladies worked. A
few evenings after they had recommenced this practice, a discussion
arose between Mr. Colman and his eldest daughter, Mary, as to the
precise meaning of a French word, and the dictionary had to be
appealed to to decide the question. Mary said it was in her bed-
chamber, and left the room to fetch it. The library was on the
ground-floor, and the staircase was a broad, handsome one as far as
the first flight; it had been made by Alfred Zwengler when the house
was repaired, and there was a wide landing at the top, the whole
being lighted sufficiently for ordinary purposes by a lamp that hung
in the hall. The stairs were very easy of ascent, and my mother—I
mean Mary—for she was afterwards my mother, who was a lively,
active girl, was springing up two steps at a time, when, to her
amazement, she saw a gentleman in uniform standing on the
landing above. She stopt suddenly, but as he did not appear to
notice her, she continued to ascend, concluding it was some
stranger, who had got into the house by mistake, for he did not look
a thief; but when she reached the landing he was gone. She stood
at first bewildered. There were four doors opening into bedrooms,
but they were all shut; and after thinking a moment, she concluded
it was the shadow of some cloaks and hats, and sticks, that were
hanging in the hall, that had deceived her. She did not pause to
consider how this could be, but turned into her own room; felt for
the book, which she remembered to have left on her bed and ran
down stairs again to her father; so occupied with the disputed
question, that for the moment she forgot what had happened, and
as her father resumed his reading immediately, she did not mention
it. When they were going to bed, and they were lighting their
candles in the hall, she said, 'you can't think what a start I had this
evening when I went for the dictionary. It must have been the
shadow of those cloaks and things, but I could have declared I saw
an officer in uniform standing at the top of the stairs. I even saw his
epaulette and the colour of his clothes.'
"'La! Mary,' said one of the younger ones, 'weren't you frightened?'
"'Frightened! no, why should I be frightened at a shadow?'
"'Or a handsome young officer either,' said one of the boys.
"She playfully gave him a tap on the head, and they all went to bed,
thinking no more of the matter.
"The kitchen was at the back of the house, on the same floor as the
library, and a few evenings after this occurrence, one of the girls
being in the store-room, heard sounds of distress proceeding
thence; and on opening the kitchen-door, to inquire what was the
matter, she saw Jemima, the English girl, in hysterics, and the other
two standing over her, sprinkling her face with water. They said that
she had left the kitchen to fetch some worsted to mend her master's
stockings, but that before she could have got up stairs, she had
rushed back again, thrown herself into a chair, and 'gone off' as they
expressed it. On hearing the noise, Mr. and Mrs. Colman joined
them, but, for a long time, they could extract nothing from her—but
that she had seen something. My grandfather asked if it was a rat,
or a robber! but she only shook her head; and it was not till they
had all left the kitchen and sent her a glass of wine, that she was
sufficiently collected to tell them that, as she got to the foot of the
stairs, she saw an officer in uniform, going up before her. He had his
cap in his hand, and his sword at his side; and supposing he was
some friend of her master's, she was going to follow him up; but
when he reached the landing, to her surprise and horror, he
disappeared through the wall.
"When the family heard this, combining it with what had happened
to Mary—though the circumstance had never been mentioned in the
hearing of the servants; nor, indeed, even alluded to a second time—
they began to ask themselves whether it was possible any such
person could get into the house? and they examined every part of it
with care, but found nothing that threw a light on the mystery. After
this, Jemima was afraid to go up stairs alone at night, and Gretchen
shared her fears; but the Frenchwoman laughed at them both, and
said she should like to see a ghost that would frighten her. One
night, however, about nine o'clock, when the family were in the
library, they suddenly heard a great noise upon the stairs, as if
something had fallen from the top to the bottom, and when they all
rushed out to see what was the matter, they found the cook lying
across the lower step in a state of insensibility, and the coalscuttle
upset beside her, with its contents scattered around. They carried
her into the library, and when she revived, she insisted on
immediately leaving the house; she would not sleep in it another
night on any account whatever, and away she went. Gretchen and
Jemima said, they were sure she had seen the ghost, but was too
proud to own it, after turning their fears into ridicule; and the family
began to be very much perplexed.
"My grandfather had a truly philosophical mind, and did not think it a
proof of wisdom to hold decided opinions on subjects that he had
not investigated. He had never believed in spiritual appearances, but
he had never thought seriously on the subject at all, and did not feel
himself qualified to assert that such things were impossible.
Certainly, it was a singular coincidence, that Jemima's description of
the apparition exactly coincided with what my mother had seen; and
though the Frenchwoman had confessed to nothing, yet it was at
the same hour and the same place that she had taken fright. He
tried, whether—by placing the cloaks and the lamp in certain relative
positions—he could produce any reflection that might deceive the
eye; but there was not the most remote approximation to such a
thing; in short, he perceived that that explanation of the appearance
was altogether inadmissible.
"'Well,' he said, 'if anybody sees this figure again, I beg they will call
me!'
"They were not a nervous family, I suppose; my mother was quite
the reverse, I know. I never saw anybody with more courage; at all
events, they do not seem to have been alarmed, though both the
boys afterwards saw the same figure on the same spot, and ran to
call their father; but when Mr. Colman came it was gone. However,
they declared they had seen it cross the landing; and that it had
seemed to them, to walk through the wall, just as Jemima had
described.
"Some weeks after this, towards the same hour, as Mr. Colman was
about to commence reading aloud, he discovered that he had left his
spectacles in the pocket of his coat, when he dressed for dinner; and
my mother, who was always alert and active, left the room to fetch
them. Presently, she re-entered the room,—pale, and somewhat
agitated, but perfectly collected; and said, that when she had
ascended the stairs about half-way, she heard a slight rustle above,
which caused her to raise her eyes; when she saw, distinctly, the
same figure she had seen before. 'I was not frightened!' she said,
'and I stopt with one foot on the next stair, and looked at it steadily,
that I might be sure I was not under a delusion. The face was pale,
and it looked at me with such a sad expression, that I thought if it
was really a ghost, it might wish to say something; so I asked it.'
"'Asked it!' they all exclaimed. 'What did you say?'
"'I said, if you have anything to communicate, I conjure you—speak!'
"'And did it.'
"'No,' answered Mary, 'but it made a sign—'
"'Good Heavens!' said Mrs. Colman, 'do you know what you're
saying?'
"'Perfectly,' said Mary, calmly. 'With one hand it pointed to the wall—
just where Jemima and the boys saw it go in—and with the other it
made a movement, as if it was going to strike the wall with
something heavy.'
"'Perhaps there's some money buried there,' said one of the boys.
"Mr. Colman, who had hitherto been a silent but amazed listener to
his daughter's narration, asked her what the gesture appeared to
signify.
"'It was as if it wanted the wall to be pulled down—at least, I
thought so. I wish I had asked if that was what it wished, but I had
not presence of mind; if I see it again, I will.'
"'But we could not pull down the wall, you know, my dear,' said Mrs.
Colman.
"'I suppose we might, if we engaged to build it up again,' suggested
one of the party.
"'But if we told anybody, we should not get the money,' said the
boys.
"'Hush!' said Mary, 'Don't speak in that way; think what a solemn
thing it is. I shall never forget his face—never, to the day of my
death; and it looked at me so gratefully when I spoke to it, and then
it disappeared into the wall.'
"Of course this extraordinary occurrence formed the subject of
conversation for the rest of the evening, and Mr. Colman narrowly
questioned his daughter with regard to the particulars; but her story
was always consistent, and as he had a very high opinion of Mary's
courage and sense, the circumstance made so much impression on
him, that he set about making enquiries as to the owner and
antecedents of the house. It was difficult to obtain much information
—for saying a house is haunted, is an injury to the landlord, and
sometimes brings people into trouble—but he ascertained that it had
had several tenants, that nobody had staid in it long, and that one of
the persons who had inhabited it for a short time, was Mr. Bautte
himself, whereupon he resolved to pay him a visit.
"Mr. Bautte, as I have mentioned, was a watchmaker; and though
very rich, still attended to his trade, so that it was easy to obtain an
interview with him. Mr. Colman called at his place of business, which
was not a shop, but a room on the first floor of a private house. He
asked about the engraving of a seal that he had to his watch-chain;
and then, having ascertained which was Mr. B., he told him he was
his tenant. Mr. B. bowed and said, 'I hope you like the house, sir.'
"My grandfather said that, perhaps, he might not have observed it
but for what had happened, but that he fancied this was said with a
sort of misgiving, as if he was conscious that there was something
objectionable about the house.
"'Why,' said my grandfather, drawing him rather aside, 'I like the
house very much; but there's one great inconvenience about it—we
can't get any servants to stay with us. One has left us already, and
the others have given us warning, and nobody seems willing to
come in their places. I understand you lived in the house yourself a
short time; may I ask if you found any similar difficulty?'
"'Well, sir,' said Mr. Bautte, trying to look unconcerned, 'you are
aware how ignorant and foolish such people are—I fancy from the
construction of the house that the sounds from the next door
penetrate the walls.'
"'We hear no sounds,' said Mr. Colman. 'I have heard no complaints
of any. Did any of your family ever say they saw anything
extraordinary there?'
"'Well, sir, since you put the question so directly, I can't deny that
the female part of my family did assert something of the sort; but
women have generally a tendency to superstition, and are easily
terrified.'
"'Very true,' said Mr. Colman, 'but I should take it as a great favour if
you would tell me what they said they saw—I have no idea of
leaving the house; you need not be afraid of that; and of course I
shall not mention this conversation to any one—what did they say
they saw?'
"Mr. Bautte thus exhorted, confessed that his family, and everybody
who had lived in the house, asserted that they had seen the
apparition of a young man in uniform, who always appeared on the
stairs or the landing; adding, that he himself had never seen it,
although he had put himself in the way of it repeatedly, and he
firmly believed it was some extraordinary delusion or optical
deception, though it was impossible to account for its affecting so
many persons in the same way.
"My grandfather then told him what had occurred in his family;
especially to his eldest daughter, in whose testimony, he assured Mr.
Bautte, he placed the greatest reliance; and he ventured to propose
an examination of the spot, where the figure was said invariably to
disappear. At first, Mr. Bautte laughed at the idea; for—besides his
scepticism, which made him unwilling to take any proceeding that
countenanced what he considered an absurd superstition—he urged,
that the staircase and landing in question, were of very recent
erection, being one of Mr. Zwengler's improvements when he
repaired the house. However, after a short argument, wherein my
grandfather represented that nobody but the parties concerned need
know the real reason for what they did, that the expense would be
small, and the possible result beneficial to the property, Mr. Bautte
consented, provided Mr. Geierstecke made no objection; he being
still the owner of the house.
"Mr. G., who, you know, was my husband's father, was aware that
the Hôtel du Pont had frequently changed its tenants, but was quite
ignorant of the cause. He had no immediate interest in the matter,
as Mr. Bautte held a thirty-years lease, and he naturally assumed
that these frequent changes were purely accidental. Everybody, who
became acquainted with the house, had a strong motive for keeping
the secret; for—besides the ridicule and penalty they might have
incurred—they all wanted to get it off their hands. It's true, that
amongst the servants and common people of the neighbourhood,
there were strange whispers going about; the source of which it
would not have been easy to trace. A glazier said he knew a man,
who had heard another declare, that he was acquainted with a
bricklayer, who had helped to build the staircase; who used to say,
he did not wonder that nobody could live in the Hôtel du Pont; and
that it was his opinion that nobody ever would be able to live in it;
and a woman who kept a shop opposite, had been heard to say, that
she saw somebody go into that house that never came out again;
but whenever she alluded to this subject, her husband always
reproved her, and told her she did not know what she was talking
about.
"This gossip had, however, never reached Mr. Geierstecks, and he
was exceedingly surprised when Mr. Bautte communicated Mr.
Colman's proposal, and the reason of it. He immediately called upon
my grandfather, who recited the circumstances to him, and
introduced my mother; from whose lips he wished to hear the
account of her two rencontres with the ghost; and also, a particular
description of its appearance. At the commencement of his visit, he
was inclined to be jocular on the subject; but after he had seen my
mother, and heard her describe the dress of the apparition, which
was that of an officer in the Republican army of France, he seemed
a good deal struck, and became serious. He said, he did not believe
in ghosts; though he had heard people affirm, that they had seen
such things; he always supposed them to be under a delusion; but
that my mother's testimony was so clear, and from the account of
her family she was so unlikely a person to be deceived, that he felt
bound to give his assent to the proposed investigation; only
stipulating for entire secrecy, and that he might fix the day for it
himself. 'I'll speak to a builder,' said he; 'Mr. Bautte, of course, will
wish to be present; and, perhaps, I may bring a friend with me.'
"As I mentioned before, he had been early acquainted with the
Zwengler's; and betwixt him and Alfred the intimacy still continued,
although the latter was by no means the pleasant companion he had
been formerly. Mr. Geierstecke concluding that his uncle's will, and
the sudden vicissitudes of fortune he had experienced, had affected
his spirits, pitied him; and had often endeavoured to argue him out
of his depression, but with little effect.
"I have heard him say, that after he left my grandfather's house on
that day, he went to Mr. Zwengler's with the intention of telling him
the circumstances I have related, and also of giving him notice of
the impending investigation; but when he had got to the door, and
his hand was upon the bell, he shrunk from the interview. 'Not,' he
said, 'that he admitted a suspicion; on the contrary, he repelled it;
but he could not overcome an uneasy feeling at the striking
resemblance between Louis Zwengler and the ghost (if ghost there
was), as described by my mother. He feared that, if his words did
not betray this feeling, his countenance would, and he could not face
Alfred in this state of mind; so he turned from the door and went
home. Still he felt he could not allow this thing to be done without
warning his friend of their intention, and he sat down to write him a
letter; but it was a difficult thing to communicate,—at least, he
somehow found it so. He could have mentioned it jocularly; but that,
under all the circumstances, he could not do so; and he had torn up
two or three unsuccessful efforts, when the door opened, and the
servant announced Mr. Zwengler himself.
"My father-in-law told me that he felt his knees tremble, and his
cheek turn pale, when he rose to receive his visitor, who seemingly
rather more cheerful than usual, said he had called to ask him why
he did not come in to-day, when he was at his door. 'I was at the
window,' said he, 'and was quite disappointed to see you turn away.'
"This was too good an opportunity to be lost, and Mr. Geierstecke
answered, that it was quite true, and that he had actually had his
hand upon the bell, when he thought it was useless troubling him
with such nonsense.
"'What nonsense?' asked Zwengler.
"'It's about that house I bought of you,' said Mr. Geierstecke. 'People
say they can't live in it;' adding, while he affected to laugh; 'They
say there's a ghost in it, and they want to pull down the staircase to
look for him.'
"'How absurd,' said Mr. Zwengler; 'and are you going to do it?' but
the voice sounded as if there was something in his throat.
"'We are,' replied Mr. G. 'Mr. Bautte has never been able to keep a
tenant, and I can't refuse, for it appears they all assert the same
thing. Even Mr. Bautte's family would not live in it—they say they see
——'
"'Ha! ha!' laughed Zwengler, rising suddenly, and pushing back his
chair in a hurried manner, 'but I must leave you—I've an
appointment; I merely called as I passed the door, to ask why you'd
not come in. Bless me! I'm late,' he added, as he looked at his
watch; and he hurried out of the room, crying 'Good night,' as he
disappeared.
"Mr. Geierstecke used to say that he believed that he (Mr. G. himself)
continued standing on the same spot, like a statue, for nearly half an
hour after the door closed on his visitor.
"'I had scarcely had time to rise from my chair,' he said, 'before he
was gone, and I felt paralysed. I did not know what to do. I wished I
had never bought the house, and I lay awake all night, thinking of
horrors, and then trying to persuade myself that perhaps there was
no cause for my apprehensions after all.'
"'I saw nothing more of Zwengler, though I frequently passed his
house purposely; and, at length, the day arrived which I had—not
without design—fixed at the interval of a week from my first visit to
Mr. Colman. We all assembled at the appointed time, with a
respectable workman whom I was in the habit of employing, to
whom we accounted for our proceeding, by alleging that there was a
bad smell sometimes, which we thought might proceed from a dead
rat.