Gradually the terror grows on us and thrills us, and we wake, with bristling hair and staring eyes, to the hideous consciousness of unexpected peril.
Hedwig started and raised her lids, following the direction of her dream.

She was not mistaken.

Opposite her stood her arch-horror, Benoni.

He leaned carelessly against the stone well, and his bright brown eyes were riveted upon her.

His tall, thin figure was clad, as usual, in all the extreme of fashion, and one of his long, bony hands toyed with his watch-chain.