Every word she uttered--every idea she formed and expressed, was an inexhaustible and indestructible impulse." He paused, considered a little further, and relapsed into gloom, adding, "and the dozen others whose names will be with hers in the 'Times' to-morrow?
Their words too are still in the air, to endure there to all eternity.

Hm! How the air must be crammed with nonsense! Two sounds sometimes produce a silence; perhaps ideas neutralize one another in some analogous way.

No, my dear; you are dead and gone and done with, and I shall be dead and gone and done with too soon to leave me leisure to fool myself with hopes of immortality.

Poor Hetty! Well, good-by, my darling.

Let us pretend for a moment that you can hear that; I know it will please you." All this was in a half-articulate whisper.