The servants from town were half frightened out of their wits at the idea of living in such a dismal, pagan-looking place;especially when they got together in the servants'hall in the evening, and compared notes on all the hobgoblin stories picked up in the course of the day. They were afraid to venture alone about the gloomy, black-looking chambers.My lady's maid, who was troubled with nerves, declared she could never sleep alone in such a"ghastly, rummaging old building"; and the footman, who was a kind-hearted young fellow, did all in his power to cheer her up.
My aunt was struck with the lonely appearance of the house. Before going to bed, therefore, she examined well the fastnesses of the doors and windows;locked up the plate with her own hands, and carried the keys, together with a little box of money and jewels, to her own room;for she was a notable woman, and always saw to all things herself.Having put the keys under her pillow, and dismissed her maid, she sat by her toilet arranging her hair;for being in spite of her grief for my uncle, rather a buxom widow, she was some-what particular about her person.She sat for a little while looking at her face in the glass, first on one side, then on the other, as ladies are apt to do when they would ascertain whether they have been in good looks;for a roistering country squire of the neighborhood, with whom she had flirted when a girl, had called that day to welcome her to the country.
All of a sudden she thought she heard something move behind her. She looked hastily round, but there was nothing to be seen.Nothing but the grimly painted portrait of her poor dear man, hanging against the wall.
She gave a heavy sigh to his memory, as she was accustomed to do whenever she spoke of him in company, and then went on adjusting her nightdress, and thinking of the squire. Her sigh was reechoed, or answered, by a long, drawn breath.She looked round again, but no one was to be seen.She ascribed these sounds to the wind oozing through the rat holes of the old mansion, and proceeded leisurely to put her hair in papers, when, all at once, she thought she perceived one of the eyes of the portrait move.