“A soul, you know,” he said again, and looked at the Sea Lady with the air of a man who is handling a difficult matter with skilful care.
“Come to think of it,” he said, “it’s a rather complicated matter to explain——”
“To a being without one?”
“To any one,” said my cousin Melville, suddenly admitting his difficulty.
He meditated upon her eyes for a moment.
“Besides,” he said, “you know what a soul is perfectly well.”
“No,” she answered, “I don’t.”
“You know as well as I do.”
“Ah! that may be different.”
“You came to get a soul.”