given way to a smile of infinite satisfaction.

"He is pleased--thank God!" said my uncle, in a hoarse
whisper, sinking into a chair.

I made no answer.

"It was my son," he continued, with animation. "Rayel--that
was the name she gave him. Rayel, the wonderful. He will
love you as he loves me. Come," said he, rising, "the night
is nearly gone."

Taking a lamp from the table, he beckoned me to follow him.
Silently we proceeded through a narrow hallway and up one
flight of stairs to a spacious bedroom which had seemingly
been prepared for my use. A candle was burning dimly on a
large dressing-case, and by its flickering light, as soon as
my uncle had gone, I looked about me and tried to think with
calmness on the experience I had passed through. Bolting the
door securely, I threw open one of the window blinds. To my
surprise the first light of dawn was visible in the sky. My
room was in the rear of the house. Between me and the high
wall was a dense tangle of underbrush, barely visible in the
dim light. Hastily undressing, I went to bed without further
delay, and was soon in deep sleep. When I awoke it was near
midday. Dressing as quickly as possible, I proceeded at once
to the library, where my uncle sat waiting for me. He
conducted me to the breakfast room--a well-lighted and
cheerful apartment--where he served me with his own hands.