he demanded, trying, as it seemed, to see with those sightless eyes — unavailing and distressing attempt! “Answer me — speak again!” he ordered, imperiously and aloud.

“Will you have a little more water, sir? I spilt half of what was in the glass,” I said.

“Who is it? What is it? Who speaks?”

“Pilot knows me, and John and Mary know I am here. I came only this evening,” I answered.

“Great God! — what delusion has come over me? What sweet madness has seized me?”

“No delusion — no madness: your mind, sir, is too strong for delusion, your health too sound for frenzy.”