I waited ... There was no answer.
‘What is your name, or, at least, what was it?’
‘Call me Alice.’
‘Alice! That’s an English name! Are you an Englishwoman? Did you know me in former days?’
‘No.’
‘Why is it then you have come to me?’
‘I love you.’
‘And are you content?’
‘Yes; we float, we whirl together in the fresh air.’
‘Alice!’ I said all at once, ‘you are perhaps a sinful, condemned soul?’