"But you are shivering, sweet girl! You are cold!" he added anxiously, as he looked at her more attentively.
"I have been shivering all the morning.

I sat at my open window late last night and got a little chilled; but it is nothing," she answered, smiling.
"You shall not do such suicidal things, when I have the charge of you, my little lady," he said, half jestingly, half seriously, as he led her to a sofa and seated her on it, taking his own seat by her side.
"Come, now," he gayly continued, "was that indiscreet star-gazing which has resulted in a cold the little sin for which you wish me to give you absolution ?" "No, my lord.

My sin was an evil dream." "A dream!" "Ay, a dream." "But a dream cannot be a sin!" "Hear it, and then judge.

But first--tell me--were you in the castle late last night ?" she gravely inquired.
He paused and gazed at her before he replied: "_I_ in the castle late last night?
Why, most certainly not! Why ever should you ask me such a question, my love ?" "Because if you were not in the castle last night--" "Well ?" "I met your 'fetch,' as the country people would call it." "My--I beg your pardon." "Your 'fetch,' your double, your spectre, your spirit, whatever you may call it." "Whatever do you mean, Salome ?" "Shall I tell you all about it ?" "Of course--yes, do." Miss Levison began and related all the circumstances in detail of her night visit to her father's room, and her meeting with an appearance which she took to be that of her betrothed husband, but which, on being called by her, instantly vanished.
Lord Arondelle mused for awhile.

Miss Levison gazed on him in anxious suspense for a few minutes, and then inquired: "What do you think of it ?" "My love, if I were a transcendental visionary, I might say, that at the hour you saw my image before you, my thoughts, my mind, my spirit, whatever you choose to call my inner self, was actually with you, and so became visible to you; but--" he paused.
"But--what ?" she inquired.
"Not being a transcendentalist or a visionary, I am forced to the conclusion that what you thought you saw, was, really nothing but an optical illusion!" "You think that ?" "Indeed I do!" "I assure you, that the image seemed as real, as substantial, and as solid to me then as you do now." "No doubt of it! Optical illusions always seem very real--perfectly real." "It was an optical illusion then! That is settled! And now!" exclaimed Salome.