heart sickening to acknowledge, it unwillingly confessed as a superior.
"Come," continued Ginotti; "the hour is late, I must dispatch."
Unresisting, yet speaking not, Wolfstein conducted Ginotti to an apartment.
"Bring wine, and light a fire," said he to his servant, who quickly obeyed him. Wolfstein swallowed an overflowing goblet, hoping thereby to acquire courage; for he found that, with every moment of Ginotti's stay, the visionary and awful terrors of his mind augmented.
"Do you not drink?"
"No," replied Ginotti, sullenly.
A pause ensued; during which the eyes of Ginotti, glaring with demoniacal scintillations, spoke tenfold terrors to the soul of Wolfstein. He knitted his brows, and bit his lips, in vain attempting to appear unembarrassed. "Wolfstein!" at last said Ginotti, breaking the fearful silence; "Wolfstein!"
The colour fled from the cheek of his victim, as thus Ginotti spoke: he moved his posture, and awaited, in anxious and horrible solicitude, the declaration which was, as he supposed, to ensue. "My name, my family, and the circumstances which have attended my career through existence, it neither boots you to know, nor me to declare."
"Does it not?" said Wolfstein, scarcely knowing what to say; yet convinced, from the pause, that something was expected.
"No! nor canst thou, nor any other existent being, even attempt to dive into the mysteries which envelope me. Let it be sufficient for you to know, that every event in your life has not only been known to me, but has occurred under my particular machinations."
Wolfstein started. The terror which had blanched his cheek now gave way to an expression of fierceness
