The housekeeper brought in the wine. I put the glass to my lips, and set it down again. The chill of the mist was in the wine.
There was no taste, no reviving spirit in it. The presence of the housekeeper oppressed me. My dog had followed her into the room.
The presence of the animal oppressed me. I said to the woman:
"Leave me by myself, and take the dog with you."They went out, and left me alone in the room.
I sat looking at the pillar of mist, hovering opposite to me.
It lengthened slowly, until it reached to the ceiling. As it lengthened, it grew bright and luminous. A time passed, and a shadowy appearance showed itself in the center of the light.