Very good.

I am trying to purge from my mind its old circulating medium; the new thoughts must all be selected from a class which admits of no decay.
Nothing could be simpler." "It seems to me that nothing could be more vague." "You were not formerly so slow to understand me," said the strange little man with some impatience.
"Do you know a lady of Prague who calls herself Unorna ?" the Wanderer asked, paying no attention to his friend's last remark.
"I do.

What of her ?" Keyork Arabian glanced keenly at his companion.
"What is she?
She has an odd name." "As for her name, it is easily accounted for.

She was born on the twenty-ninth day of February, the year of her birth being bisextile.
Unor means February, Unorna, derivative adjective, 'belonging to February.' Some one gave her the name to commemorate the circumstance." "Her parents, I suppose." "Most probably--whoever they may have been." "And what is she ?" the Wanderer asked.
"She calls herself a witch," answered Keyork with considerable scorn.

"I do not know what she is, or what to call her--a sensitive, an hysterical subject, a medium, a witch--a fool, if you like, or a charlatan if you prefer the term.