“You do indeed suffer,” said she, informed of his state by the contact of his hand alone.
“Yes, and I come to you for consolation. You alone can save me. Can you follow me—— ”
“Yes, if you conduct me with your mind.”
“Come!”
“Ah,” said Andrea, “we are in Paris—a street lit by a single lamp—we enter a house—we go up to the wall which opens to let us pass through. We are in so strange a chamber, with no doors and the windows are barred. How greatly in disorder is everything!”
“But it is empty? where is the person who was there last?”
“Give me some object of hers that I may be in touch.”
“This is a lock of her hair.”
Andrea laid the hair on her bosom.
“Oh, I know this woman, whom I have seen before—she is fleeing into the city.”