"A good many things seem somehow to have happened to-day.

It is something connected with that wonderful Adept's marvels, perhaps?
They have certainly astonished most of us, I think." "No," he replied, still a trifle hesitatingly, "it is nothing connected with him or his miracles, as far as I know, except that there was certainly something decidedly queer about the man and the impression he made upon one.

Of course I have seen something like the same thing in Egypt and the Farther East; but he seemed quite what I might call uncanny.

Still, that's not the point, although possibly it may have had something to do with it." He hesitated again.

She looked at him with a sideway glance, and said, almost in a whisper: "Yes ?" The moonlight was bright enough for him to see the notes of interrogation in her eyes, and he took the plunge.
"Miss Marmion, I once told you that I loved you and wanted you for my wife, and--and the real fact is that it--I mean I know now that it wasn't true--and so I thought I ought to tell you.