"Wide open."
"And Hugh was in his own room?" said Paul, his eyes flashing and his teeth set.
"I saw him there a moment later."
"My features, my complexion, my height, and my build, you say?"
"The same in everything."
Paul lifted his face, and in that luminous twilight it were an expression of peculiar horror: "In fact, myself—in a glass?"
Greta shuddered and answered, "Just that, Paul; neither more nor less."
"Very strange," he muttered. He was shaken to the depths. Greta crept closer to his breast.
"And when my mother recovered she said nothing?"
"Nothing."