“He came close, and regarded me fixedly, and it then appeared to me as if some sort of paternal solicitude was expressed in his face.”
“Go on,” I said; “this is terrible!”
“Then his lips moved, and, though I could hear no sound, I seemed to hear his words distinctly, though distant as an echo.”
“What did he say?”
“ ‘Think of God, my son!’
“ ‘I shall be killed in this duel, then?’ I asked.
“I saw the tears roll down the pallid visage of the spectre.
“ ‘And at what hour?’
“He pointed towards the timepiece. I followed the direction of his finger. The clock showed ten minutes past nine.