"Not at all."
That night, about an hour before midnight,—the Count Morven stole towards the philosopher's room. He tapped at the door.
"Enter," said the philosopher.
The count entered, and saw the philosopher seated, and by him a lamp of peculiar construction, and incased in gauze wire, and a cloak.
"Are you ready?" inquired the count.
"Quite," he replied.
"Is that your lamp?"
"It is."
"Follow me, then, and hold the lamp tolerably high, as the way is strange, and the steps steep."