He demanded one thing: that I make him a companion of his own kind, as deformed as himself, and he swore that the two of them would leave Europe for the wilds of South America and never be seen again. I consented, and went to an island in Orkney to do the work. But one night, half finished, I looked up and saw his face at the window, grinning, and I thought of a race of demons propagated upon the earth. I tore the thing to pieces before his eyes. He said only: "I shall be with you on your wedding-night." He killed Clerval on the shore that week. Still I married Elizabeth, and still I did not understand, and I was pacing the corridors with a pistol when I heard her scream in the room I had left her in.