Things are distinctly seen in a room which have no existence in nature; and the illusion is so perfect that it seems impossible for eyes to be mistaken." "Well, well, child," said Mr.Delancy, "this is curious, and a little bewildering.

Perhaps it is all just as you say about Irene; but I feel very heavy here;" and he laid his hand on his breast and sighed deeply.
At this moment the library door was pushed gently open, and the form of a woman stood in the presence of Mr.Delancy and Rose.

She was dressed in a dark silk, but had on neither bonnet nor shawl.

Both started; Mr.Delancy raised his hands and bent forward, gazing at her eagerly, his lips apart.

The face of the woman was pale and haggard, yet familiar as the face of an old friend; but in it was something so strange and unnatural that for a moment or two it was not recognized.
"Father!" It was Irene.