surely, if they were eyes and if above those two eyes there was a forehead and if raoul was not too clumsy...
the shot made a terrible din amid the silence of the slumbering house.
and, while footsteps came hurrying along the passages, raoul sat up with outstretched arm, ready to fire again, if need be.
this time, the two eyes had disappeared.
servants appeared, carrying lights; count philippe, terribly anxious:
"what is it?"
"i think i have been dreaming," replied the young man."i fired at two stars that kept me from sleeping.""you're raving! are you ill? for god's sake, tell me, raoul:
what happened?"
and the count seized hold of the revolver.
"no, no, i'm not raving...besides, we shall soon see..."he got out of bed, put on a dressing-gown and slippers, took a light from the hands of a servant and, opening the window, stepped out on the balcony.
the count saw that the window had been pierced by a bullet at a man's height.raoul was leaning over the balcony with his candle:
"aha!" he said."blood!...blood!.....here, there, more blood!
...that's a good thing! a ghost who bleeds is less dangerous!"he grinned.
"raoul! raoul! raoul!"
the count was shaking him as though he were trying to waken a sleep-walker.
"but, my dear brother, i'm not asleep!" raoul protested impatiently.
"you can see the blood for yourself.i thought i had been dreaming and firing at two stars.it was erik's eyes...and here is his blood!...after all, perhaps i was wrong to shoot; and christine is quite capable of never forgiving me....all this would not have happened if i had drawn the curtains before going to bed.""raoul, have you suddenly gone mad? wake up!""what, still? you would do better to help me find erik...for, after all, a ghost who bleeds can always be found."the count's valet said: