She springs up to greet him; he takes her hand.

The woman is yourself; the stranger no other than your poor friend, who now, for a brief space, takes leave of you!" So rapidly had he drawn up this picture, that the impression made on me was as though a sudden vision had been shown to me in a magic glass.

I looked at him earnestly.
"Then our next meeting will be happy ?" I said inquiringly.
"Of course.

Why not?
And the next--and the next after that also!" he answered.
At this reply, so frankly given, I was relieved, and accompanied him readily through the hall towards the street-door.

Leo met us here, and intimated, as plainly as a human being could have done, his wish to bid me good-bye.