He again approached the portrait
to look closer at those wonderful eyes,
and noticed, to his horror, that they were actually staring at him.
This was no longer a copy from nature; it
was the kind of life that could have lit up
the face of a dead man risen from the grave. Whether
it was the moonlight which brought with it delirium of a dream and
draped everything in different shapes contrary to
the certainty of daylight (sic), or whether there was another reason
for it. . .