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      As Carmilla would not hear of an attendant sleeping in her room, my father arranged that a servant should sleep outside her door, so that she would not attempt to make another such excursion without being arrested at her own door.

      That night passed quietly; and next morning early, the doctor, whom my father had sent for without telling me a word about it, arrived to see me.

      Madame accompanied me to the library; and there the grave little doctor, with white hair and spectacles, whom I mentioned before, was waiting to receive me.

      I told him my story, and as I proceeded he grew graver and graver.

      We were standing, he and I, in the recess of one of the windows, facing one another. When my statement was over, he leaned with his shoulders against the wall, and with his eyes fixed on me earnestly, with an interest in which was a dash of horror.

      After a minute's reflection, he asked Madame if he could see my father.

      He was sent for accordingly, and as he entered, smiling, he said:

      "I dare say, doctor, you are going to tell me that I am an old fool for having brought you here; I hope I am."

      But his smile faded into shadow as the doctor, with a very grave face, beckoned him to him.

      He and the doctor talked for some time in the same recess where I had just conferred with the physician. It seemed an earnest and argumentative conversation. The room is very large, and I and Madame stood together, burning with curiosity, at the farther end. Not a word could we hear, however, for they spoke in a very low tone, and the deep recess of the window quite concealed the doctor from view, and very nearly my father, whose foot, arm, and shoulder only could we see; and the voices were, I suppose, all the less audible for the sort of closet which the thick wall and window formed.

      After a time my father's face looked into the room; it was pale, thoughtful, and, I fancied, agitated.

      "Laura, dear, come here for a moment. Madame, we shan't trouble you, the doctor says, at present."

      Accordingly I approached, for the first time a little alarmed; for, although I felt very weak, I did not feel ill; and strength, one always fancies, is a thing that may be picked up when we please.

      My father held out his hand to me, as I drew near, but he was looking at the doctor, and he said:

      "It certainly is very odd; I don't understand it quite. Laura, come here, dear; now attend to Doctor Spielsberg, and recollect yourself."

      "You mentioned a sensation like that of two needles piercing the skin, somewhere about your neck, on the night when you experienced your first horrible dream. Is there still any soreness?"

      "None at all," I answered.

      "Can you indicate with your finger about the point at which you think this occurred?"

      "Very little below my throat—here," I answered.

      I wore a morning dress, which covered the place I pointed to.

      "Now you can satisfy yourself," said the doctor. "You won't mind your papa's lowering your dress a very little. It is necessary, to detect a symptom of the complaint under which you have been suffering."

      I acquiesced. It was only an inch or two below the edge of my collar.

      "God bless me!—so it is," exclaimed my father, growing pale.

      "You see it now with your own eyes," said the doctor, with a gloomy triumph.

      "What is it?" I exclaimed, beginning to be frightened.

      "Nothing, my dear young lady, but a small blue spot, about the size of the tip of your little finger; and now," he continued, turning to papa, "the question is what is best to be done?"

      Is there any danger?"I urged, in great trepidation.

      "I trust not, my dear," answered the doctor. "I don't see why you should not recover. I don't see why you should not begin immediately to get better. That is the point at which the sense of strangulation begins?"

      "Yes," I answered.

      "And—recollect as well as you can—the same point was a kind of center of that thrill which you described just now, like the current of a cold stream running against you?"

      "It may have been; I think it was."

      "Ay, you see?" he added, turning to my father. "Shall I say a word to Madame?"

      "Certainly," said my father.

      He called Madame to him, and said:

      "I find my young friend here far from well. It won't be of any great consequence, I hope; but it will be necessary that some steps be taken, which I will explain by-and-by; but in the meantime, Madame, you will be so good as not to let Miss Laura be alone for one moment. That is the only direction I need give for the present. It is indispensable."

      "We may rely upon your kindness, Madame, I know," added my father.

      Madame satisfied him eagerly.

      "And you, dear Laura, I know you will observe the doctor's direction."

      "I shall have to ask your opinion upon another patient, whose symptoms slightly resemble those of my daughter, that have just been detailed to you—very much milder in degree, but I believe quite of the same sort. She is a young lady—our guest; but as you say you will be passing this way again this evening, you can't do better than take your supper here, and you can then see her. She does not come down till the afternoon."

      "I thank you," said the doctor. "I shall be with you, then, at about seven this evening."

      And then they repeated their directions to me and to Madame, and with this parting charge my father left us, and walked out with the doctor; and I saw them pacing together up and down between the road and the moat, on the grassy platform in front of the castle, evidently absorbed in earnest conversation.

      The doctor did not return. I saw him mount his horse there, take his leave, and ride away eastward through the forest.

      Nearly at the same time I saw the man arrive from Dranfield with the letters, and dismount and hand the bag to my father.

      In the meantime, Madame and I were both busy, lost in conjecture as to the reasons of the singular and earnest direction which the doctor and my father had concurred in imposing. Madame, as she afterwards told me, was afraid the doctor apprehended a sudden seizure, and that, without prompt assistance, I might either lose my life in a fit, or at least be seriously hurt.

      The interpretation did not strike me; and I fancied, perhaps luckily for my nerves, that the arrangement was prescribed simply to secure a companion, who would prevent my taking too

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