Though his heart seemed to labour in his throat, he would allow no delight or agitation to turn him from his task.

Looking still in her face, he passed on to the mightiest charm he knew.

Suddenly the lady turned and walked out of the door of her reflected chamber.

A moment after she entered his room with veritable presence; and, forgetting all his precautions, he sprang from the charmed circle, and knelt before her.

There she stood, the living lady of his passionate visions, alone beside him, in a thundery twilight, and the glow of a magic fire.
"Why," said the lady, with a trembling voice, "didst thou bring a poor maiden through the rainy streets alone ?" "Because I am dying for love of thee; but I only brought thee from the mirror there." "Ah, the mirror!" and she looked up at it, and shuddered.