Only you and I know.

Listen: To-night I kneeled down in darkness in my room, and prayed that the soul of my Iowaka might come to me.

I felt her near, M'sieur! It is strange--you may not believe--but some day you may understand.

And we were there together for an hour, and I pleaded for her forgiveness, for the time had come when I must break my oath to save our Josephine.

And I could hear her speak to me, M'sieur, as plainly as you hear that breath of wind in the tree-tops yonder.