"You need not be afraid," said he smiling. "Christian, shall I tell you a
little secret? Do you know why I loved you? Because you are unlike
all other women--because you bring hack to me the dreams of my
youth. And here," suddenly rising, as if he feared he had said too
much, "we must put dreams aside, and arguments likewise, for Aunt
Henrietta will never forgive us if we are late at this terrible evening
party."





Chapter 8.

_"Down, pale ghost!
What doest thou here?
The sky is cloudless overhead,
The stream runs clear._

_"I drowned thee, ghost,
In a river of bitter brine:
With whatever face thou risest up,
Meet thou not mine!_

_"Back, poor ghost!
Dead of thy own decay
Let the dead bury their dead!
I go my way."_