And why?
Because you are a prisoner here on earth, and you must obey the laws of the prison, however unpleasant they may be to you.

Were you free as you have been in ages past and as you will be in ages to come, things would be different; but at present you must comply with the orders of your gaolers--the Lords of Life and Death." I heard him, half awed, half fascinated.

His words were full of mysterious suggestions.
"How do you know I am of the temperament you describe ?" I asked in a low voice.
"I do not know, mademoiselle; I can only guess.

There is but one person who can perhaps judge of you correctly,--a man older than myself by many years--whose life is the very acme of spiritual perfection--whose learning is vast and unprejudiced.

I must see and speak to him before I try any more of my, or rather his, remedies.