There he sat looking at me with his staring blue eyes and shock of redgrey hair.
"Soolsby! Soolsby!" said I, my heart hammering at my breast; for was not Soolsby dead and buried?
His eyes stared at me in fright.
"Why do you come ?" he said in a hoarse whisper.

"Is he dead, then?
Has harm come to him ?" By now I had recovered myself, for it was no ghost I saw, but a human being more distraught than was myself.

"Do you not know me, Soolsby ?" I asked.

"You are Mercy Claridge from beyond--beyond and away," he answered dazedly.

"I am Faith Claridge, Soolsby," answered I.He started, peered forward at me, and for a moment he did not speak; then the fear went from his face.