"Are you ill?" asked Montrose, alarmed. It was plain that he did not feel the influence as she did.
"No! No! I shall be all right soon. The heat——" here she broke off with a surprised look. "Why, I am all right. I never felt better in my life. Did you feel anything just now?"
"Feel anything?" Montrose looked puzzled. "What do you mean, Miss Enistor?"
"Nothing at all," she replied quickly and evasively, for she decided that it would not do to be too frank with this young man until she knew more of him. "Only the heat, you know, and these dinners. I am a quiet country girl, Mr. Montrose, and am not accustomed to London life."
"I like the country myself, Miss Enistor," sighed the young man wistfully. "I have long since wanted to live in the country, as London in some ways worries me. I can't explain myself more fully.
"I know what you feel like," said Alice, nodding wisely. "You are sensitive as I am. To be in the country is like being in clean water, while London is like bathing in a dirty pool."
"Oh," Montrose's face flushed and brightened. "How did you guess?"
"Because I feel as you do. It is the evil thoughts that are in London which affect you. My father knows something about psychic matters and has taught me a little. That is why I believe in reincarnation."
Montrose nodded in his turn. "Eberstein first spoke to me on the subject and placed life in a new light before me. I used to wonder why I had such a bad time, and complained greatly about my lot. But he made all things plain to me. I can bear life's burdens now with a serene heart."