CHAPTER VI.
The Intruder "Well, Mrs.Julaper, dreams I've dreamed like other people, old and young; but this, ma'am, has taken a fast hold of me," said Mr.Feltram dejectedly, leaning back in his chair and looking down with his hands in his pockets.

"I think, Mrs.Julaper, it is getting into me.

I think it's like possession." "Possession, child! what do you mean ?" "I think there is something trying to influence me.

Perhaps it is the way fellows go mad; but it won't let me alone.

I've seen it three times, think of that!" "Well, dear, and what _have_ ye seen ?" she asked, with an uneasy cheerfulness, smiling, with eyes fixed steadily upon him; for the idea of a madman--even gentle Philip in that state--was not quieting.
"Do you remember the picture, full-length, that had no frame--the lady in the white-satin saque--she was beautiful, _funeste_," he added, talking more to himself; and then more distinctly to Mrs.Julaper again----"in the white-satin saque; and with the little mob cap and blue ribbons to it, and a bouquet in her fingers; that was--that--you know who she was ?" "That was your great-grandmother, my dear," said Mrs.Julaper, lowering her eyes.