“It is done—she is asleep,” he said. “You doubt? To prove that I can command her at a distance, I order her to come and meet you at the foot of the stairs where took place our last interview.”
“When I see that, I shall believe,” said the officer.
They went and stood in the grove and Balsamo held out his hand towards the chapel. A sound made them start in the next cluster of trees.
“Look out, there is a man!” said Balsamo.
“I see—it is Gilbert, one of the gardeners here, but he used to be a retainer of ours,” said Philip.
“Have you anything to fear from him?”
“No, I should think not: but never mind, stay. If he is up already to work, others may be about.”
During this time, Gilbert fled frightened, for seeing Philip with Balsamo, he instinctively comprehended that he was lost.
“My lord,” said Philip, yielding to the charm the magnetiser exercised on everybody, “if really your power is great enough to bring my sister hither, manifest it by some sign, without having her out to a place so public as this where any passer may see and hear.”
“You spoke in time,” was the other’s answer, grasping his arm and pointing to Andrea’s white figure, appearing at the corridor window as she was obeying the supernatural mandate.