Well, Sir Gaston Belward, what is going to be the end of all this?
If we can reach across the centuries, why, good-night and goodbye to you.

Good-bye." He turned and went down the aisle.

At the door a voice, a whispering voice, floated to him: "Good-bye." He stopped short and listened.

All was still.

He walked up the aisle, and listened again.-Nothing! He stood before the tomb, looking at it curiously.