"Impossible!"
He shook his head again.
"But she lives!" I exclaimed, becoming greatly agitated. "She lives. I have seen her. I have spoken to her. I saw her only last evening."
"Nay," he said, compassionately, "this is some dream. She of whom you speak is indeed no more."
"I saw her only last evening," I repeated.
"Where did you suppose you beheld her?"
"On the Lido."
"On the Lido?"
"And she spoke to me. I heard her voice—heard it as distinctly as I hear my own at this moment."
The rabbi stroked his beard thoughtfully, and looked at me. "You think you heard her voice!" he ejaculated. "That is strange. What said she?"