was Karl. To see him once more was too great joy. Would she not make up to
him for all her coldness! But would he care for her now? Perhaps he had
been quite cured of his longing for a hard heart like hers. She peeped. It
was he sure enough, looking as handsome as ever. He was holding his light
to look at her last work, and the expression of his face, even in
regarding her handiwork, was enough to let her know that he loved her
still. If she had not seen this, she dared not have shown herself from her
hiding-place. Taking the lamp in her hand, she got upon the chair, and
looked over the screen, letting the light shine from below upon her face.
She then made a slight noise to attract Karl's attention. He looked up,
evidently rather startled, and saw the face of Lilith in the air. He gave
a stifled cry threw himself on his knees with his arms stretched towards
her, and moaned--

"'I have killed her! I have killed her!'

"Lilith descended, and approached him noiselessly. He did not move. She
came close to him and said--

"'Are you Karl Wolkenlicht?'

"His lips moved, but no sound came.

"'If you are a vampire, and I am a ghost,' she said--but a low happy laugh
alone concluded the sentence.

"Karl sprang to his feet. Lilith's laugh changed into a burst of sobbing
and weeping, and in another moment the ghost was in the arms of the
vampire.