you left me at midnight in Antwerp and
you wake to find me here. If, because I find myself reincarnated,
endowed with senses and capabilities which few at present possess--if
I am so made, why should it seem strange? It is all so natural to me.
If I appear to you--'

"'Appear?'

"'Yes--'

"'Wilhelmina!' I cried; 'can you vanish?'

"'Yes,' she murmured; 'does it seem to you unmaidenly?'

"'Great Heaven!' I groaned.

"'Don't!' she cried, with tears in her voice--'oh, please don't! Help
me to bear it! If you only knew how awful it is to be different from
other girls--how mortifying it is to me to be able to vanish--oh, how
I hate and detest it all!'

"'Don't cry,' I said, looking at her pityingly.

"'Oh, dear me!' she sobbed. 'You shudder at the sight of me because I
can vanish.'

"'I don't!' I cried.

"'Yes, you do! You abhor me--you shrink away! Oh, why did I ever see
you?--why did you ever come into my life?--what have I done in ages
past, that now, reborn, I suffer cruelly--cruelly?'

"'What do you mean?' I whispered. My voice trembled with happiness.

"'I?--nothing; but you think me a fabled monster.'

"'Wilhelmina--my sweet Wilhelmina,' I said, 'I don't think you a
fabled monster. I love you; see--see--I am at your feet; listen to me,
my darling--'

"She turned her blue eyes to mine. I saw tears sparkling on the curved
lashes.

"'Wilhelmina, I love you,' I said again.

"Slowly she raised her hands to my head and held it a moment, looking
at me strangely. Then her face grew nearer to my own, her glittering
hair fell over my shoulders, her lips rested on mine.

"In that long, sweet kiss the beating of her heart answered mine, and
I learned a thousand truths, wonderful, mysterious, splendid; but when
our lips fell apart, the memory of what I learned departed also.

"'It was so very simple and beautiful,' she sighed, 'and I--I never
saw it. But the Mahatmas knew--ah, they knew that my mission could
only be accomplished through love.'

"'And it is,' I whispered, 'for you shall teach me--me, your husband.'

"'And--and you will not be impatient? You will try to believe?'

"'I will believe what you tell me, my sweetheart.'

"'Even about--cats?'

"Before I could reply the farther window opened and a yellow
night-cap, followed by the professor, entered from somewhere without.
Wilhelmina sank back on her sofa, but the professor needed not to be
told, and we both knew he was already busily reading