One part of it looked like a small castle, with thick walls and heavy doors. I had him sign the necessary and then put them in an envelope with a letter I wrote to my boss.
When I had finished, he said, “I am glad that it is old and big. My family is old, and to live in a new house would kill me. An old house has many dark, hidden places, and I love the shadows.”
We talked some more, mostly about England. Suddenly, the Count jumped to his feet and said, “Why, it is morning already! It’s terrible of me to make you stay up so long.