The dark figure (now wearing a hat) steps into the room and turns out to be the not at all Reverend Gregory Trask. For once completely off guard, Evan gabbles that he and Quentin (still out cold) were playing an intellectual game. Trask comments on Quentin's far from intellectual state, tells Evan that they have business to discuss later, then walks out. Quentin revives to find Evan frantic with worry that Trask will blab.  As Evan takes off his robe, Quentin realizes they didn’t make contact. Evan is frantic with worry. He frets, What about the reputation of Evan Hanley, the respectable lawyer? If someone found out-- But Quentin finds it uproariously funny: You would be reduced to a little man, no bigger than the rest of us. What if he tells Judith? Evan rages. It’s your fault for being drunk! I had good reason, Quentin retorts, and little time. He tries to get Evan to try again. But Evan refuses, saying, I’ve worked too hard to see everything I’ve got destroyed. Please, you’ve got to help me! Quentin implores him. I can’t help you, Evan insists. I hope you get everything that’s coming to you! Quentin rages. Evan retorts, If I get into trouble, people will ask why: When Evan Hanley suffers, Quentin had better watch out. As Quentin lunges for him, Evan cruelly advises him, Save your animal instincts for tomorrow night--you’ll need them. I could kill you! Quentin snarls. I believe you, Evan answers calmly--now get out!

Quentin is drinking again when Minerva Trask shows up at Collinwood to give Judith some jam for her breakfast. Without much interest in the matter, Quentin tells her that Trask and Judith are out--together. Minerva calmly sits down to wait. Quentin hospitably offers her a drink. Predictably, Minerva replies, I don’t drink. My husband wouldn’t approve. Quentin comments, There you sit, devotedly waiting for your husband to come home, jar of preserves in hand. Minerva starts looking a little doubtful as Quentin says, My sister admires your husband. Then, maybe out of boredom, Quentin takes a flyer: Judith nips at the brandy herself frequently--and you both admire her. Minerva murmurs, They always do drink--and go to the theater. She decides to leave, and carefully places the jar of preserves on the table. With exaggerated politeness, Quentin says, Can I give your husband a message--when he brings my sister home. No, Minerva says tartly, I’ll speak to him later.

Quentin is STILL drinking when Evan phones to patch things up. He's worried about the price Trask will demand for his silence until Quentin tells him (E.) that he (Q.) has learned something that will lower Trask's price. He tells Evan about his conversation with Minerva.

When Trask returns to the school, he and Minerva almost immediately have a violent quarrel. Minerva rails about his interest in wealthy women. Trask says it was all for the sake of the school. You never cared about the school, Minerva retorts. All you cared about was taking those women to restaurants and the theater and planning worldwide trips! The women didn't take you seriously! she sneers. Trask shouts back, Your hysterical charges are a constant embarrassment to me! I will see an end to them! he vows. He prepares to go out again, and Minerva asks, Are you going to see Judith Collins? Trask says, Yes--I want the school to be a monument to both of us--something that will be remembered forever--even after you and I are _DEAD_.

As Evan anticipated, Trask makes a return visit. I see you’ve put away your _playthings_,  Trask observes. You were calling upon the devil--but you got _me_. It was all for intellect, Evan insists. It was just an experiment. I don’t believe you, Trask replies. He threatens to tell Judith what he saw and heard of Evan’s “interests.” Evan replies, I’m interested in many things, and I pursue them the way other men pursue _women_. It’s just a passing phase. Soon I’ll move on to other things, the way other men and _women_ do. Thus goaded, Trask gets to the point: You’re a satanist, he tells Evan, and you’d better not deny it. Eventually Evan allows as how he is “more familiar” with such things than most men. I’m a merciful man, Trask says. For your honesty, I am willing to spare you from exposure. Evan says, I know you want something from me--tell me what my reputation is worth. Trask answers, I hope you’re good at those Black Arts--very good indeed.

Tim Shaw is grading papers in the classroom when Minerva criticizes him for being too lenient in the matter of blotted pages and for letting one student off the hook for what Minerva regards as cheating. Trask comes in and observes, not everyone shares your suspicious mind, Minerva. Where were you? she asks. I was out seeing a lawyer about our lease, he replies. He asks her to leave; she obeys, but not happily. After an oblique compliment on Tim’s prowess in Latin, Trask asks, Are you happy here at Worthington Hall? Tim says warily, You taught me to endure it. Under Trask’s continued questioning, he finally admits he isn’t happy. Then Trask utterly floors Tim by suggesting, Perhaps you and Charity should go away together and start a new life together. He adds, The lawyer I saw has a Latin book he wants you to translate. Perhaps you could get a job through Mr. Hanley. You would really let me go? Tim wonders. Wouldn’t you miss your daughter? Trask admits he would: But I would still have Mrs. Trask. Incredulous, Tim says, I want to apologize to you for misjudging you in the past. Trask answers, I’ve never misjudged _you_ for a moment. I have always known exactly what you are.

Evan uses a mortar and pestle to grind a powder, which he pours into a beaker to make a foamy liquid. Trask phones him to say that Tim has just left the school. All will be ready when Tim arrives, Evan assures Trask. All I have to do is paint the edges of the book with the potion. Are you sure it will work? Trask wonders. Evan explains, I will then ask Tim to do a précis (he says “pree-say”) of the book. By the time he’s done, our purpose will be accomplished. Tim has airs about his Latin, Trask sneers. I’m glad he’ll be able to use it in such a useful way.

Evan’s drawing-room clock reads 1:40 a.m. Tim seems to have been working on the book for some time. He finds it hard to turn the pages and has resorted to licking his fingertip. Evan comes in to check on his progress. I’m half done, the young scholar says. I’m having no trouble with the Latin, just the thin pages. Your method of licking your finger, then flipping each page works well, Evan comments as he watches carefully. Others have always teased me about that habit, Tim replies humorlessly. Evan says, Never mind--in this case, that’s exactly the right thing to do.

At 3:10, Tim drops the book as Evan’s potion finally takes effect. He is apparently in a semiconscious stupor. Who are you? Evan asks him. I don’t know, Tim mutters vaguely. Evan doesn’t enlighten him but tells him, I want you to listen very carefully. On a certain night and time, on a given signal--you are going to kill someone. Tim nods obediently....

*shiver*, Joey!

Thanks for the reminder of Aunt Kathryn. I think Carolyn went to visit her in Boston, right? "Aunt" would have been a courtesy title, since Kathryn would be the first cousin of Elizabeth and Roger.

I love the fact that we, the audience, know who appears in answer to Evan's summons in the wing-ding finale! I have always been tickled by the strong anticlerical undercurrent in the show, and I've always wondered whether any TV show would get away with it today.

For once Edward does the right thing. The moment Barn gets the door open--from the inside--he rushes straight to his children, who fly straight into his arms. Angelique's spell worked--Nora says they saw only an old woman.

We get our first look at Evan Hanley’s handsomely appointed drawing room when he walks through it, fastening a robe over his nightshirt, to answer the pounding on the front door. (Smoke from the previous scene lingers in this room; through an open door we can see a lighted view, part of the set of the previous scene. The tall, beautifully carved wooden arch that graced Tony Peterson’s office, then Joshua and Naomi’s room at the Old House, then Nicholas Blair’s House by the Sea has found a new home.)

No wonder Quentin gets drunk--it seems the only sensible thing to do under the cirumstances. In two nights, there will be another full moon, Quentin reminds Evan--and we both know what that means. I know that! Evan snaps impatiently. What you do _not_ know, Quentin tells him harshly, is the agonizing pain that comes just before the change, and the guilt after. The last time it happened, I killed a woman! Finally, he has begun to realize the dreadful consequences of the curse on others besides himself. 

Edward does indeed ask Barnabas The Question. Even after the commercial break, Barnabas still hasn’t thought of a plausible explanation. How did you get into that room? Edward repeats impatiently. Finally Barnabas says, After you went to get the axe, I remembered there is a ledge outside. I ran to the end of the corridor, got out that window, and made my way along the ledge to the window of the room where the children were imprisoned. That was amazingly fast, Edward comments. Barnabas replies with becoming modesty, I wasn’t even conscious of time. I didn’t have a second to spare.

Barnabas convinces Edward that the very old woman was Laura and that she was a supernatural creature. How will I ever explain that to the children? Edward frets. Barnabas tell him, After the doctor has gone, the children probably won’t be able to sleep anyway. For their peace of mind, you must tell them that their mother is gone and will never return. I don’t envy you the task, but you must do it--and you must succeed in convincing them. Edward promises to try, and Barnabas says good night. Edward closes the double doors after him, turns out the light and goes upstairs.

At 12:20 a.m., Jamison, in his robe and slippers, comes downstairs disconsolately and sits on the sofa in the darkened drawing room. The great fireplace is empty and cold.

At 4:55 a.m., Jamison has finally fallen asleep on the sofa. He wakes up when Evan brings Quentin home and comes out to greet them. Quentin, now apparently sober, asks brusquely, What are you doing out of bed at this hour? I wanted to talk to you, Jamison explains, but I didn’t find you in your room. I was visiting Evan, Quentin says, then adds mildly, It must have been something important if you waited up. Tentatively Jamison says, I wanted to ask if we can become good friends again. Evan politely turns away to give them privacy. With a chuckle, Quentin warmly assures Jamison, I never stopped being your friend. Jamison does the right thing--he will be Elizabeth’s father as well as Roger’s--and proves he's a better man than his uncle as he tells him solemnly, I know that, but I said some things to you that I’m sorry I said now. With sudden realization, Quentin says gently, Something must have happened here that upset you very much. Why don’t you tell me all about it? Jamison answers, My mother’s gone--she’s dead! Evan and Quentin start in surprise.

Quentin asks, How did it happen? Jamison tells him, She was trapped in a fire in the East Wing (Evan looks up sharply at this)--it was terrible! Seeing Jamison’s distress, Quentin kneels and kindly tells him, You don’t have to tell me any more about it--it’s too upsetting. Jamison finally reveals his real fear. I’m afraid you’ll go away too, he says. Don’t leave Collinwood! he begs his uncle, Stay right here with me! Quentin assures him, I’m staying right here at Collinwood, and we’ll be even better friends than before. Now go upstairs and get some sleep, and tomorrow we’ll have a nice, long talk like we used to. His fears banished, Jamison says goodnight to the two men and goes upstairs to bed.

Evan has decided to help Quentin--but for his own reasons. You and I are not amateurs in what are called the Black Arts, Evan reminds Quentin. We have occasionally been successful in summoning dark powers, haven’t we? I propose we hold a ceremony to summon the supreme power of the underworld. The _devil_? Quentin asks in amazement. Yes, Evan replies solemnly. Quentin observes dryly, I admire a man who aims high, but I don’t believe for a minute-- That we’ll be successful? Evan finishes. We have nothing to lose by trying, and if we are successful, your troubles might be at an end. But there will be a price to pay, he warns. I’ll find some way to repay you, Quentin says, mistaking his meaning. Evan corrects him: I’m not talking about my own price. I mean the devil’s price--which I would expect will be rather high. Will you be willing to pay it? I’m willing to pay _any_ price! Quentin declares instantly. If necessary, I would even sell my soul! You may have to, Evan warns him gravely.

The next morning, Edward (who does NOT wear a black armband for Laura) has a talk with Nora and tells her to forget what happened. You must make every effort to forget what happened, he says, and make every effort to occupy your mind with other things. Will you do that? Somewhat comforted even though she has effectively been forbidden to mourn her mother, Nora promises to try, then says, I’m going upstairs now. [We never do find out how Edward explained Laura’s death to the children.] After she leaves, Edward has only a moment to sit alone and brood before the Reverend Gregory Trask phones about the lease on the school building. Edward tells him, You should speak to Evan Hanley, our lawyer. He’s courteous and most efficient [as well as an amateur Satanist].

Next, Edward talks to Quentin and tells him that the two of them, plus Judith and Carl, should try to become closer. What brought this on? Quentin asks suspiciously. Edward says, The realization that there’s something unnatural about our lives. Quentin finds it necessary to avert his eyes as Edward continues, What happened to Laura last night was against the natural order of things. I want to make certain that something as freakish and abnormal as that never comes into our lives again. Quentin can’t hide his disturbance, which Edward notices and asks about. I must go--I’m going to be late, Quentin says abruptly and prepares to leave. Edward sputters, What could be more important than family matters? Quentin answers seriously, I don’t think you’d understand, but you may be interested to know that I am as interested as you are in the natural order of things. With a sad smile, he leaves.

In his drawing room, Evan lights three black candles on a table and puts on a black robe. [spoiler](We can see several blue side chairs that a long time from now will furnish Flora Collins’s cozy little drawing room in 1840.)[/spoiler] Everything is ready, he says when Quentin arrives, but is annoyed because Quentin is (1) early; and (2) drunk again. (He’s brought his own bottle.) Do you want me to postpone the ceremony? he asks. No, Quentin answers, I’m going to be all right. We’ll do it now. You’re drunk, Evan observes. Does it bother you? Quentin asks sarcastically. Yes, Evan replies crossly. Well, I don’t think it will bother the devil, Quentin says--if he happens to show up, he finishes with a sneer. Angrily Evan tries to relieve Quentin of his bottle, but Quentin evades him, lapsing as usual into self-pity: I’m the victim in this mess. If I have to pay a price, I’ll pay it in my own way. The clock strikes eight. It’s time to begin, Quentin announces. Evan turns out all the lights except the candles, stands before the table, spreads his arms wide and begins an incantation similar to the one Angelique uses for the same purpose: Prince of Fire, I call upon the flame to summon you. I call upon the raven and the bat, and all the dark creatures. I call on the charred and blackened stars that reigned at your beginning to draw you out of the earth. As thunder suddenly rumbles ominously, Quentin sets the bottle down and becomes more attentive. Evan intones, Prince of Darkness, I summon you in the name of the seven plagues, the thunderclouds that weep with nightshade, the rivers of blood from which demons drink.... Quentin starts in fright when the French windows (yes, Evan has some too) suddenly fly open. As Evan, his back to the windows, continues with his incantation, a wind rises. Three times he calls out, Appear to us, Satan! Quentin gasps when he sees a man’s figure standing silhouetted where the windows flew open. He stands up, eyes, starting, then collapses to the floor in a faint. Evan turns around in surprise....

 

MB, thanks so much for today's photo! 

Thanks again! I'm SURE I'll be back!

In the hubbub after Jamison stops Quentin and Angelique, no one notices that he's gone. Judith hurries off to look for him, highly suspicious when Quentin says he'll catch up. Quentin asks Angelique frantically, What are we going to do now? Give me a moment to think, she replies. Think fast, he warns. Laura will go after you first, so you’d better protect yourself. Angelique’s instinct for self-preservation is well honed, but she surprises Quentin by asking him to get a full-length mirror from upstairs. I have to find Jamison, Quentin protests. Judith will think-- It doesn’t matter what she thinks, Angelique retorts. We’re old enough not to have to worry about that. Go upstairs and get the mirror. When he asks why, she tells him sarcastically, I’ve forgotten what I look like. You may leave once you bring it. I have my secrets--even from you.

Jamison arrives at the cottage. Laura is ecstatic that he's there. He still wants to go with her to-- wherever it is she's going.

ack at Collinwood, Judith meets Quentin in the foyer. Why didn’t you come with me? she asks angrily. Thinking Quentin is yet again indulging his penchant for philandery, this time with Barnabas’s fiancée, she continues, Jamison is still missing, but you _had_ to stay with Angelique. I won’t even think about why! With a smirk, Quentin replies, I figure you already know why I stayed. You are incredible! Judith fumes. Going behind Barnabas’s back! I won’t have it--leave Angelique alone! Before the argument can escalate, Laura arrives with Jamison. Laura gleefully snubs Quentin when she says she has a surprise for Judith, a surprise that she hesitates to tell, but it's for Judith ALONE. In the drawing room, Judith asks if it's about David. Laura says no, it’s Barnabas. Cousin Barnabas, exclaims Judith in surprise. Laura laughs at the word _cousin_. Judith huffs, Of course he’s our cousin--just look at the portrait in the hall. _You_ take a good look at it, Laura warns, but after you hear what I have to say, you might not want to look at it again. You might even take it down and burn it. Barnabas Collins, she starts-- but can’t continue as her voice apparently fails her, lost in a hoarse croak. Both women turn to see Angelique standing in the doorway. She seems to have lost her voice, Angelique comments with pretended concern. Perhaps we should call a doctor, Judith suggests, but Laura runs from the house before anyone can stop her. Quentin (who of course was waiting in the foyer) asks, Did Laura reveal her secret? No, Judith says, mystified. I’ve never seen anything like it. It was as is if something stopped her from saying what she wanted to say. Laura lies so much I’m surprised she hasn’t strangled on her stories by now, Quentin observes contemptuously. I wonder what she wanted to say about Barnabas, Judith muses, I wish I trusted her more. Judith finally goes upstairs to sit with Jamison.

Quentin tries his high-wattage charm on Angelique, but she isn't buying. She basically orders him to wait for her at the Old House while she finishes doing "one more thing."

Meanwhile, Laura silently prays to Ra to help her destroy Angelique. Quentin arrives at the cottage--and is stunned to find Angelique already there, calmly playing solitaire. Suddenly Angeiique bursts into flames!

I think Barn just hypnotized Dirk, same as he did Nora.

I think Laura is one of those people who if they want something done right, they have to do it themselves.

MT, when I read "daylight protectors," the first thought that leaped into my brain was an image of a special canopy or sunshade!