“Hush! … I hear something in the wall on the lake! … It is he! … Go away! Go away! Go away!”
“We could not go away, even if we wanted to,” I said, as impressively as I could. “We can not leave this! And we are in the torture-chamber!”
“Hush!” whispered Christine again.
Heavy steps sounded slowly behind the wall, then stopped and made the floor creak once more. Next came a tremendous sigh, followed by a cry of horror from Christine, and we heard Erik’s voice:
“I beg your pardon for letting you see a face like this! What a state I am in, am I not? It’s the other one’s fault ! Why did he ring? Do I ask people who pass to tell me the time? He will never ask anybody the time again! It is the siren’s fault.”
Another sigh, deeper, more tremendous still, came from the abysmal depths of a soul.
“Why did you cry out, Christine?”
“Because I am in pain, Erik.”
“I thought I had frightened you.”
“Erik, unloose my bonds. … Am I not your prisoner?”
“You will try to kill yourself again.”
“You have given me till eleven o’clock tomorrow evening, Erik.”
The footsteps dragged along the floor again.
“After all, as we are to die together … and I am just as eager as you … yes, I have had enough of this life, you know. … Wait, don’t move, I will release you. …