A kind of purplish tinge pervaded the atmosphere, and through the open window came the scents of the distant fields, which all the vapours of the city could not quench.
Soon the charcoal glowed.

Cosmo sprinkled upon it the incense and other substances which he had compounded, and, stepping within the circle, turned his face from the brazier and towards the mirror.

Then, fixing his eyes upon the face of the lady, he began with a trembling voice to repeat a powerful incantation.

He had not gone far, before the lady grew pale; and then, like a returning wave, the blood washed all its banks with its crimson tide, and she hid her face in her hands.

Then he passed to a conjuration stronger yet.
The lady rose and walked uneasily to and fro in her room.