"She seemed to me a very wonderful woman, Miss Holland; almost a woman of another world.

She is not mulatto--her features are quite classic; and she is not a fanatic or a mad-woman.

She is, of her race, a strangely superior creature, and I fancy, of high cultivation; and I am convinced that at the foundation of her attempt to take your life there is some tremendous secret.

I think we must find out what that is, first, for your own sake; next, because this is the sort of thing that is worth while." "Ah," cried Miss Holland, "delightful.

I begin to be glad that it happened.