I did not encourage him to speak, however; I walked rapidly on in silence.
"Temple Hall is a curious place," he said.
"Very," I replied.
"So different from Egypt--ah, so different.

There the skies are bright, the trees are always green.

There the golden sandhills stretch away, the palm trees wave, the Nile sweeps majestic.

There the cold winds scarcely ever blow, and the people's hearts are warm." "I suppose so." "There are mysteries there, as in Temple Hall, Mr.Blake; but mysteries are sometimes of human origin." As he said this, he leered up into my face, as if to read my thoughts; but I governed my features pretty well, and thus, I think, deceived him.
"Perhaps you know this ?" he said.
"No," I replied.

"I am connected with no mysteries." "Not with the appearance of the ghost last night ?" I looked at him in astonishment.