'But there is something dramatic in the notion of the ghostly influence making itself felt by the relations in succession, as they one after another enter the fatal room--until the one chosen relative comes who will see the Unearthly Creature, and know the terrible truth.

Material for a play, Countess--first-rate material for a play!' There he paused.

She neither moved nor spoke.

He stooped and looked closer at her.
What impression had he produced?
It was an impression which his utmost ingenuity had failed to anticipate.

She stood by his side--just as she had stood before Agnes when her question about Ferrari was plainly answered at last--like a woman turned to stone.