the creature; in proportion as I see more of her the illusion will
vanish. I will go back to Moleswich manfully."

Thus said Kenelm to himself, and himself answered,--"Go; for thou
canst not help it. Thinkest thou that Daces can escape the net that
has meshed a Roach? No,--


'Come it will, the day decreed by fate,'


when thou must succumb to the 'Nature which will be heard.' Better
succumb now, and with a good grace, than resist till thou hast reached
thy fiftieth year, and then make a rational choice not for thy
personal satisfaction."

Whereupon Kenelm answered to himself, indignantly, "Pooh! thou
flippant. My /alter ego/, thou knowest not what thou art talking
about! It is not a question of Nature; it is a question of the
supernatural,--an illusion,--a phantom!" Thus Kenelm and himself
continued to quarrel with each other; and the more they quarrelled,
the nearer they approached to the haunted spot in which had been seen,
and fled from, the fatal apparition of first love.