Can you confess that you are selfish, self-seeking--devilish ?" "Are you my devil ?" No answer.
"Am I cowardly, or a liar ?" It laughed, a faint, sarcastic laugh.
"At all events," I continued, "are not my actions better than my thoughts ?" "Which makes the sinner, and which the saint ?" "Can I decide ?" "Why not ?" "My teachers and myself are so far apart! I have found a counterpart; but, specter, you were born of the union." My head was buried in my arms; but I heard a voice at my elbow--a shrill, scornful voice it was.

"Are you coming down to tea, then ?" Looking up, I saw Fanny.

"Tea-time so soon ?" "Yes, it is.

You think nothing of time; have nothing to do, I suppose." And she clasped her hands over her apron--hands so small and thin that they looked like those of an old woman.

Her hair was light and scanty, her complexion sallow, and her eyes a palish gray; but her features were delicate and pretty.