or 'spirit,' or what you will. Why should not other similar essences exist around us, not linked on to a visible and material body? Did not God make this swarm of happy insects, to dance in this sunbeam for one hour of bliss, for no other object, that we can imagine, than to swell the sum of conscious happiness? And where shall we dare to draw the line, and say 'He has made all these and no more'?"
"Yes, yes!" she assented, watching me with sparkling eyes. "But these are only reasons for not denying. You have more reasons than this, have you not?"
"Well, yes," I said, feeling I might safely tell all now. "And I could not find a fitter time or place to say it. I have seen themand in this very wood!"
Lady Muriel asked no more questions. Silently she paced at my side, with head bowed down and hands clasped tightly together. Only, as my tale went on, she drew a little short quick breath now and then, like a child panting with delight. And I told her what I had never yet breathed to any other listener, of my double life, and, more than that (for
