"Ugh, Adam, your brandy's abominable! It's the Eve of All Souls.

To-night the dead revisit their homes.

Once I remember when I was tramping through Ireland, an old woman left a chair by the fireside that the spirit of her son might come back to her.

She even left some embers in the fire." "That," said Adam Craig with a shudder, "will be enough of your damned ghosts and fairies." Afterward to Kenny the evening was always a blur but he knew they had gotten on badly.

And Adam, quiet and sullen, had drunk more than usual.
Kenny sparkled through the evening in a baffling, dreamlike oblivion to everything but his thoughts, and floated away to his room, feeling curiously light and iridescent.
He meant not to sleep.