He also wanted to know if those eyes belonged to a human being...

He wanted to know everything.

Then, patiently, calmly, he seized his revolver and took aim.

He aimed a little above the two eyes.

Surely, if they were eyes and if above those two eyes there was a forehead and if Raoul was not too clumsy ...
The shot made a terrible din amid the silence of the slumbering house.
And, while footsteps came hurrying along the passages, Raoul sat up with outstretched arm, ready to fire again, if need be.
This time, the two eyes had disappeared.
Servants appeared, carrying lights; Count Philippe, terribly anxious: "What is it ?" "I think I have been dreaming," replied the young man.