<h2><SPAN name="chap14"></SPAN>XIV.<br/> The Meeting</h2>
<p>“My beloved child,” he resumed, “was now growing rapidly
worse. The physician who attended her had failed to produce the slightest
impression on her disease, for such I then supposed it to be. He saw my alarm,
and suggested a consultation. I called in an abler physician, from Gratz.</p>
<p>Several days elapsed before he arrived. He was a good and pious, as well as a
learned man. Having seen my poor ward together, they withdrew to my library to
confer and discuss. I, from the adjoining room, where I awaited their summons,
heard these two gentlemen’s voices raised in something sharper than a
strictly philosophical discussion. I knocked at the door and entered. I found
the old physician from Gratz maintaining his theory. His rival was combating it
with undisguised ridicule, accompanied with bursts of laughter. This unseemly
manifestation subsided and the altercation ended on my entrance.</p>
<p>“‘Sir,’ said my first physician,’my learned brother
seems to think that you want a conjuror, and not a doctor.’</p>
<p>“‘Pardon me,’ said the old physician from Gratz, looking
displeased, ‘I shall state my own view of the case in my own way another
time. I grieve, Monsieur le General, that by my skill and science I can be of
no use.</p>
<p>Before I go I shall do myself the honor to suggest something to you.’</p>
<p>“He seemed thoughtful, and sat down at a table and began to write.</p>
<p>Profoundly disappointed, I made my bow, and as I turned to go, the other doctor
pointed over his shoulder to his companion who was writing, and then, with a
shrug, significantly touched his forehead.</p>
<p>“This consultation, then, left me precisely where I was. I walked out
into the grounds, all but distracted. The doctor from Gratz, in ten or fifteen
minutes, overtook me. He apologized for having followed me, but said that he
could not conscientiously take his leave without a few words more. He told me
that he could not be mistaken; no natural disease exhibited the same symptoms;
and that death was already very near. There remained, however, a day, or
possibly two, of life. If the fatal seizure were at once arrested, with great
care and skill her strength might possibly return. But all hung now upon the
confines of the irrevocable. One more assault might extinguish the last spark
of vitality which is, every moment, ready to die.</p>
<p>“‘And what is the nature of the seizure you speak of?’ I
entreated.</p>
<p>“‘I have stated all fully in this note, which I place in your hands
upon the distinct condition that you send for the nearest clergyman, and open
my letter in his presence, and on no account read it till he is with you; you
would despise it else, and it is a matter of life and death. Should the priest
fail you, then, indeed, you may read it.’</p>
<p>“He asked me, before taking his leave finally, whether I would wish to
see a man curiously learned upon the very subject, which, after I had read his
letter, would probably interest me above all others, and he urged me earnestly
to invite him to visit him there; and so took his leave.</p>
<p>“The ecclesiastic was absent, and I read the letter by myself. At another
time, or in another case, it might have excited my ridicule. But into what
quackeries will not people rush for a last chance, where all accustomed means
have failed, and the life of a beloved object is at stake?</p>
<p>“Nothing, you will say, could be more absurd than the learned man’s
letter.</p>
<p>It was monstrous enough to have consigned him to a madhouse. He said that the
patient was suffering from the visits of a vampire! The punctures which she
described as having occurred near the throat, were, he insisted, the insertion
of those two long, thin, and sharp teeth which, it is well known, are peculiar
to vampires; and there could be no doubt, he added, as to the well-defined
presence of the small livid mark which all concurred in describing as that
induced by the demon’s lips, and every symptom described by the sufferer
was in exact conformity with those recorded in every case of a similar
visitation.</p>
<p>“Being myself wholly skeptical as to the existence of any such portent as
the vampire, the supernatural theory of the good doctor furnished, in my
opinion, but another instance of learning and intelligence oddly associated
with some one hallucination. I was so miserable, however, that, rather than try
nothing, I acted upon the instructions of the letter.</p>
<p>“I concealed myself in the dark dressing room, that opened upon the poor
patient’s room, in which a candle was burning, and watched there till she
was fast asleep. I stood at the door, peeping through the small crevice, my
sword laid on the table beside me, as my directions prescribed, until, a little
after one, I saw a large black object, very ill-defined, crawl, as it seemed to
me, over the foot of the bed, and swiftly spread itself up to the poor
girl’s throat, where it swelled, in a moment, into a great, palpitating
mass.</p>
<p>“For a few moments I had stood petrified. I now sprang forward, with my
sword in my hand. The black creature suddenly contracted towards the foot of
the bed, glided over it, and, standing on the floor about a yard below the foot
of the bed, with a glare of skulking ferocity and horror fixed on me, I saw
Millarca. Speculating I know not what, I struck at her instantly with my sword;
but I saw her standing near the door, unscathed. Horrified, I pursued, and
struck again. She was gone; and my sword flew to shivers against the door.</p>
<p>“I can’t describe to you all that passed on that horrible night.
The whole house was up and stirring. The specter Millarca was gone. But her
victim was sinking fast, and before the morning dawned, she died.”</p>
<p>The old General was agitated. We did not speak to him. My father walked to some
little distance, and began reading the inscriptions on the tombstones; and thus
occupied, he strolled into the door of a side chapel to prosecute his
researches. The General leaned against the wall, dried his eyes, and sighed
heavily. I was relieved on hearing the voices of Carmilla and Madame, who were
at that moment approaching. The voices died away.</p>
<p>In this solitude, having just listened to so strange a story, connected, as it
was, with the great and titled dead, whose monuments were moldering among the
dust and ivy round us, and every incident of which bore so awfully upon my own
mysterious case—in this haunted spot, darkened by the towering foliage
that rose on every side, dense and high above its noiseless walls—a
horror began to steal over me, and my heart sank as I thought that my friends
were, after all, not about to enter and disturb this triste and ominous scene.</p>
<p>The old General’s eyes were fixed on the ground, as he leaned with his
hand upon the basement of a shattered monument.</p>
<p>Under a narrow, arched doorway, surmounted by one of those demoniacal
grotesques in which the cynical and ghastly fancy of old Gothic carving
delights, I saw very gladly the beautiful face and figure of Carmilla enter the
shadowy chapel.</p>
<p>I was just about to rise and speak, and nodded smiling, in answer to her
peculiarly engaging smile; when with a cry, the old man by my side caught up
the woodman’s hatchet, and started forward. On seeing him a brutalized
change came over her features. It was an instantaneous and horrible
transformation, as she made a crouching step backwards. Before I could utter a
scream, he struck at her with all his force, but she dived under his blow, and
unscathed, caught him in her tiny grasp by the wrist. He struggled for a moment
to release his arm, but his hand opened, the axe fell to the ground, and the
girl was gone.</p>
<p>He staggered against the wall. His grey hair stood upon his head, and a
moisture shone over his face, as if he were at the point of death.</p>
<p>The frightful scene had passed in a moment. The first thing I recollect after,
is Madame standing before me, and impatiently repeating again and again, the
question, “Where is Mademoiselle Carmilla?”</p>
<p>I answered at length, “I don’t know—I can’t
tell—she went there,” and I pointed to the door through which
Madame had just entered; “only a minute or two since.”</p>
<p>“But I have been standing there, in the passage, ever since Mademoiselle
Carmilla entered; and she did not return.”</p>
<p>She then began to call “Carmilla,” through every door and passage
and from the windows, but no answer came.</p>
<p>“She called herself Carmilla?” asked the General, still agitated.</p>
<p>“Carmilla, yes,” I answered.</p>
<p>“Aye,” he said; “that is Millarca. That is the same person
who long ago was called Mircalla, Countess Karnstein. Depart from this accursed
ground, my poor child, as quickly as you can. Drive to the clergyman’s
house, and stay there till we come. Begone! May you never behold Carmilla more;
you will not find her here.”</p>
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