"it was you," he murmured, almost in a whisper, but with absolute conviction. "yes, it was you who came to my room and sat silently on a chair at my window for a whole hour more! it was between one and two at night; you rose and went out at about three. it was you, you! why you should have frightened me so, why you should have wished to torment me like that, i cannot tell but you it was."