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sounded a horn. A drawbridge which Matthew had not before observed, was immediately let down, and our fiddler, following the old man, entered the mansion.

He was astonished to find it filled by an inconceivable multitude of people. Some were taking part in a splendid repast; others were playing at games of chance; but the greatest number were dancing.

Matthew advanced with boldness to a man of elevated stature, whom he recognised as the master of the mansion, by the manner which he gave out his orders, and the respect which was generally paid to him. 'My lord governor,' said he to him. 'I am a poor fiddler who has been lost in the woods. Condescend to allow me to pass the night in a corner of your mansion, and I will depart to-morrow at break of day.' The personage who Matthew addressed answered only with a smile, and a sign of assent. At the order of his master, a page took the violin from the fiddler, and attached it to one of the golden nails which glittered, among the rich draperies in the hall. Whilst occupied with this service, the page grinned with an infernal grin, and the part of the instrument which his fingers touched grew black as if it had been burned.

Matthew now began to walk about on all sides and examine the strange place where