Dreams and Dream-Stories by Anna Kingsford
Dreams and Dream-Stories by Anna Kingsford
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<strong><strong>Dream</strong>s</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Dream</strong>-<strong>Stories</strong> <strong>by</strong> <strong>Anna</strong> <strong>Kingsford</strong><br />
don't believe in anything of the kind. As for these rooms, they have for a long time been let for two or<br />
three nights [Page 67] every week to our Society for the purpose of social reunion. We are members of a<br />
musical <strong>and</strong> literary association, <strong>and</strong> are in the habit of holding conversaziones in these rooms on certain<br />
evenings, during which we entertain ourselves with dancing, singing, charades, <strong>and</strong> literary gossip. The<br />
rooms are spacious <strong>and</strong> lofty, <strong>and</strong> exactly adapted to our requirements. As you are here, I may say, in the<br />
name of the rest of the members, that we shall be happy if you will join us." At this I glanced at our<br />
dresses in some confusion, which being observed <strong>by</strong> the gentleman, he hastened to say: " You need be<br />
under no anxiety about your appearance, for this is a costume night, <strong>and</strong> the greater number of our<br />
guests are in travesty." As he spoke he threw open the door of a large drawing-room <strong>and</strong> invited us in.<br />
On entering we found a company of men <strong>and</strong> women, well-dressed, some in ordinary evening attire <strong>and</strong><br />
some costumed. The room was brilliantly lighted <strong>and</strong> beautifully furnished <strong>and</strong> decorated. At one end was<br />
a gr<strong>and</strong> piano, round which several persons were grouped; others were seated on ottomans taking tea or<br />
coffee; <strong>and</strong> others strolled about, talking. Our host, who appeared to be master of the ceremonies,<br />
introduced us to several persons, <strong>and</strong> we soon became deeply interested in a conversation on literary<br />
subjects. So the evening wore on pleasantly, but I never ceased to wonder how we could have mistaken<br />
the house or the staircase after the precaution we had taken of visiting it in the daytime in order to avoid<br />
the possibility of error.<br />
Presently, being tired of conversation, I w<strong>and</strong>ered away from the group with which C. was still engaged,<br />
to look at the beautiful decorations of the great salon, the walls of which were covered with artistic<br />
designs in [Page 68] fresco. Between each couple of panels, the whole length of the salon, was a beautiful<br />
painting, representing a l<strong>and</strong>scape or a sea-piece. I passed from one to the other, admiring each, till I<br />
had reached the extreme end, <strong>and</strong> was far away from the rest of the company, where the lights were not<br />
so many or so bright as in the centre. The last fresco in the series then caught my attention. At first it<br />
appeared to me to be unfinished; <strong>and</strong> then I observed that there was upon its background no picture at<br />
all, but only a background of merging tints which seemed to change, <strong>and</strong> to be now sky, now sea, now<br />
green grass. This empty picture had, moreover, an odd metallic colouring which fascinated me; <strong>and</strong><br />
saying to myself " Is there really any painting on it " I mechanically put out my h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> touched it. On<br />
this I was instantly seized <strong>by</strong> a frightful sensation, a shock that ran from the tips of my fingers to my brain,<br />
<strong>and</strong> steeped my whole being. Simultaneously I was aware of an overwhelming sense of sucking <strong>and</strong><br />
dragging, which, from my h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> arm, <strong>and</strong>, as it were, through them, seemed to possess <strong>and</strong> envelop<br />
my whole person. Face, hair, eyes, bosom, limbs, every portion of my body was locked in an awful<br />
embrace which, like the vortex of a whirlpool, drew me irresistibly towards the picture. I felt the hideous<br />
impulse clinging over me <strong>and</strong> sucking me forwards into the wall. I strove in vain to resist it. My efforts<br />
were more futile than the flutter of gossamer wings. And then there rushed upon my mind the<br />
consciousness that all we had been told about the haunted rooms was true; that a strong delusion had<br />
been cast over us; that all this brilliant throng of modern ladies <strong>and</strong> gentlemen were fiends<br />
masquerading, prepared beforeh<strong>and</strong> for our coming; that all the beauty <strong>and</strong> splendour of our<br />
surroundings were mere glamour; <strong>and</strong> [Page 69] that in reality the rooms were those we had seen in the<br />
daytime, filled with lumber <strong>and</strong> rot <strong>and</strong> vermin. As I realised all this, <strong>and</strong> was thrilled with the certainty of<br />
it, a sudden access of strength came to me, <strong>and</strong> I was impelled, as a last desperate effort, to turn my<br />
back on the awful fresco, <strong>and</strong> at least to save my face from coming into contact with it <strong>and</strong> being glued to<br />
its surface. With a shriek of anguish I wrenched myself round <strong>and</strong> fell prostrate on the ground, face<br />
downwards, with my back to the wall, feeling as though the flesh had been torn from my h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> arm.<br />
Whether I was saved or not I knew not. My whole being was overpowered <strong>by</strong> the realisation of the<br />
deception to which I had succumbed. I had looked for something so different, — darkness, vacant,<br />
deserted rooms, <strong>and</strong> perhaps a tall, white, empty canvas in a frame, against which I should have been on<br />
my guard. Who could have anticipated or suspected this cheerful welcome, these entertaining literati,<br />
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