wondering and hoping, and afraid to open them, lest I should find myself
only in my own chamber; shrinking a little, too--just a little--from the
first glance into your face."

"But when you awake, do you know nothing of what has taken place in your
sleep?"

"Nothing whatever."

"Have you no vague sensations, no haunting shadows, no dim ghostly
moods, seeming to belong to that condition, left?"

"None whatever."

She rose, said "Good-night," and left me.




Chapter XIV


_Jealousy._

Again seven days passed before she revisited me. Indeed, her visits had
always an interval of seven days, or a multiple of seven, between.

Since the last, a maddening jealousy had seized me. For, returning from
those unknown regions into which her soul had wandered away, and where
she had stayed for hours, did she not sometimes awake with a smile? How