"It is possible that he will go to some other pawnbroker in thefuture. In that case, we must begin again. On the other hand, he hashad a fair price and no questions asked, so if he is in need ofready-money he will probably come back to Bovingtons. I will give youa note to them, and they will let you wait in the shop. If thefellow comes you will follow him home. But no indiscretion, and, aboveall, no violence. I put you on your honour that you will take nostep without my knowledge and consent."
This time the illusion, or rather the reality, surpassedanything Valentine had before experienced; she began tobelieve herself really alive and awake, and the belief thather reason was this time not deceived made her shudder. Thepressure she felt was evidently intended to arrest her arm,and she slowly withdrew it. Then the figure, from whom shecould not detach her eyes, and who appeared more protectingthan menacing, took the glass, and walking towards thenight-light held it up, as if to test its transparency. Thisdid not seem sufficient; the man, or rather the ghost -- forhe trod so softly that no sound was heard -- then poured outabout a spoonful into the glass, and drank it. Valentinewitnessed this scene with a sentiment of stupefaction. Everyminute she had expected that it would vanish and give placeto another vision; but the man, instead of dissolving like ashadow, again approached her, and said in an agitated voice,"Now you may drink."
I was still groping, like a man in the dark, for an answer to those two questions — I was still bewildered by the unfathomable mystery of doubt into which they had plunged me — when the discovery of the stopping of the bank was followed almost immediately by a second shock, far more dreadful, far heavier to bear, so far as I was concerned, than the first.