"I thought you said that your sister might be going there with friends."
"But my sister and I are—very different persons."
"Surely you would wish to meet her there?"
"It's rather undecided at present, anyhow," returned the Boy, his eyes bent on the ground as we walked, our steps less sprightly now. "There's only one thing settled, which is, that I can't go with you up Mont Revard to meet—people."
"There isn't the slightest chance of my meeting anyone there, friend Diogenes," I began. "I was only waiting for you to give me time to explain, since you're inclined to be obtuse, the difference between sending a telegram to yourself, and––"
"Oh, I see. You aren't going to meet a soul on Mont Revard?"
"Not even an astral body—by appointment. And the plan was made for your deliverance. Rather hard lines that you should kick at it."
He looked up, laughing and merry once more. "I won't kick again. Man, you are—well, you're different from other men. Yes, from every other man I've ever met."
"Am I to take that as praise?"
He nodded, his big eyes sending blue rays into mine.