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I started I fancied I heard the creak of a door opening, then the faint crack of a broken twig In two bounds I got down froht, but cautious footsteps sounded distinctly in the garden They were approaching h my heart With spasmodic haste, I pulled the knife out of my pocket; with spas before my eyes; my hair stood up on ht towards me; I bent--I craned forward to meet him A nised hih he was all muffled up in a dark cloak, and his hat was pulled down over his face On tip-toe he walked by He did not noticeconcealed ether that I fancy I was alround The jealous Othello, ready for murder, was suddenly transformed into a school-boy I was so taken aback by my father's unexpected appearance that for the first moment I did not notice where he had come from or in what direction he disappeared I only drewabout in the garden at night?' when everything was still again In rass, but I did not even attempt to look for it; I was very much ashamed of myself I was completely sobered at once On my way to the house, however, I went up to my seat under the elder-tree, and looked up at Zina&iuhtly-convex panes of theshone diht sky All at once--their colour began to change Behind them--I saw this, saw it distinctly--softly and cautiously a white blind was let down, let down right to the -frame, and so stayed

'What is that for?' I said aloud almost involuntarily when I found myself once more in my room 'A dream, a chance, or ' The suppositions which suddenly rushed into e that I did not dare to entertain them