Robert W. Chambers

“ The tension was too much. "If that be so," he said, steadying his voice—"if you saw a face in your mirror, the face was your own." He made an impatient gesture, rising to his feet at the same moment. "All that you have told me can be explained," he said.
"How can it? At this very moment I am asleep in my hammock."
"We will deal with that later," he said, smiling down at her. "Where is there a looking-glass?"
"There is one in the hallway." She rose, slipping the ring on her finger, and led the way to where an oval gilt mirror hung partly covered with dust cloths. ”

“ She shrank against the wall, wide-eyed, breathing rapidly.
"There is no use in our being frightened," he said, scarcely knowing what he uttered. "This is Fifty-eighth Street, New York, 1903." He shook his shoulders, squaring them, and forced a smile. "Don't be frightened; there's an explanation for all this. You are not asleep in Westchester; you are here in your own house. You mustn't tremble so. ”

“ There was an interval of silence; she passed her hand across her eyes and raised her head, looking up at the stars.
"You see," she murmured, "I dare not be alone; I dare not lose touch with the living. ”

“ After a silence he said: "Are you afraid of anybody in that house?"
"There is nobody in the house," she said with a shudder; "my mother is in Westchester; all the household are there. I—I came back—a few moments ago—unexpectedly—" She stammered and winced under his keen scrutiny; then the pallor of utter despair came into her cheeks, and she hid her white face in her hands.
Hetherford watched her for a moment.
"I don't exactly understand," he said gently, "but I'll do anything I can for you. I'll go to the club and get my raincoat; I'll go to the stables and get a cab ”