"Where is Yva who brought me here?
Did she go into the house ?" "Yes," she answered happily.

"Yva went into the house.

Look again!" I looked and it was Yva's face that was pressed against my own, and Yva's eyes that gazed into mine.

Only she was garbed as my wife had been, and on her bosom hung the changeful necklace.
"You may not stay," she whispered, and lo! it was my wife that spoke, not Yva.
"Tell me what it means ?" I implored.
"I cannot," she answered.

"There are mysteries that you may not know as yet.