certainty that the most natural explanation of the occurrence is one that involves
no drugging, no tampering with locks, no burglars, or poisoners, or witches—
nothing that need alarm Carmilla, or anyone else, for our safety.”
Carmilla was looking charmingly. Nothing could be more beautiful than her tints.
Her beauty was, I think, enhanced by that graceful languor that was peculiar to
her. I think my father was silently contrasting her looks with mine, for he said:
“I wish my poor Laura was looking more like herself”; and he sighed.
So our alarms were happily ended, and Carmilla restored to her friends.