the forehead, about the eyes, in the eyes themselves, in the lines of the mouth. Kneel, and lift up your head."
"Ah! Now you are coming to reality," I said as I obeyed her.
"I shall begin to put some faith in you presently."
I knelt within half a yard of her. She stirred the fire, so that a ripple of light broke from the disturbed coal: the glare, however, as she sat, only threw her face into deeper shadow: mine, it illumined.
"I wonder with what feelings you came to me to-night," she said, when she had examined me awhile. "I wonder what thoughts are busy in your heart during all the hours you sit in yonder room with the fine people flitting before you like shapes in a magic-lantern; just as little sympathetic communion passing between you and them, as if they were really mere shadows of human forms and not the actual substance."
"I feel tired often, sleepy sometimes; but seldom sad."
"Then you have some secret hope to buoy you up and please you with whispers of the future?"
"Not I. The utmost I hope is, to save
