"And you don't know anything about it!"
"Not much—but enough, I think."
"Why, even those that profess to believe it, scoff at the idea of an apparition—a ghost!"
"That's the fault of the ghosts, I suspect—or their reporters. I don't care about them myself. I prefer the tale of one who, they say, rose again, and brought his body with him."
"Yes; but he was only one!"
"Except two or three whom, they say, he brought to life."
"Still there are but three or four."
"To tell you the truth, I do not care much to argue the point with you.—It is by no means a matter of the FIRST importance whether we live for ever or not."
"Mr. Polwarth!" exclaimed the draper in such astonishment mingled with horror, as proved he was not in immediate danger of becoming an advocate of the doctrine of extinction.
The gate-keeper smiled what, but for a peculiar expression of undefinable good in it, might have been called a knowing smile.