The House of the Vampire

es. On bare white throats jewels shone as if in each a soul were imprisoned, and voluptuously rustled the silk that clung to the fair slim forms of its b

ir shimmering light over the fashionable assemblage and lent a false radiance to the faces of the m

tering visitors were standing in groups, or had seated themselves on the divans and curiously-fashioned chairs that were scattered in seeming disorder throughout the salon. There were critics and writers and men of the world. Everybody who was anybody and a little bigger than somebody el

o-night they shrivelled into insignificance before the splendour of his inner vision. A radiant dreamland palace, his play, had risen from the night of inchoate thought. It was wonderful, it was real, and needed for its completion only the detail of actual construction. And now t

prise, "I thought you a hun

playfully answered. "When our friendship was you

But tell me, where

surprised-not even pleasantly. I am really head-over-heels at work. But you know how it is. Sometimes a little imp whispers into my ea

I feel that I need you to-night-I don't know why. The feeling came su

somewhat. You know my examinations are taking place in

l repay you for the loss of time. Clarke

t is

rth all the wisdom bald-headed professors may administe

you remember your own days in college-especially the mathematical examinat

indignation, "not the last time

ember Professor Squeeler, whose heart seemed to leap with delight whenever he could tell you that, in spit

the mark to sixty! God

was a stir. The little potentates of conversation hastened t

s moving to

e bearing of a king. Leisurely h

not a fan stirred as he slo