“I see. You do not intend to go till I have performed an—an impossibility?”
Rosalie nodded in all seriousness.
“It is the gift of speech you’re wanting?”
She nodded.
“It’s very dangerous; leads people into all kinds of indiscretions.”
She shook her head vehemently.
“You think you differ from the commonality?”
But Rosalie neither shook her head nor nodded. She only looked up at him with no other expression in her eyes except dumb entreaty.
“Come to the light,” said he, “and try to look less ghostly. After all, if you can’t be cured you can’t. You’re brave enough to stand that, aren’t you?”
Again she nodded, still looking at him.