“How can I, sir?”
Mohun’s head sank. A bitter sigh issued from his lips—almost a groan.
“Listen!” he said, almost fiercely, but with a singular smile, “you have visions—you see things! I do not believe in your visions—they seem folly—but only see where that paper is to be discovered, and I will believe! nay more, I will pay you the sum which I mentioned this moment.”
I looked at the woman to witness the result of this decisive test of her sincerity. “If she believes in her own visions, she will be elated,” I said, “if she is an impostor, she will be cast down.”
She smiled radiantly!
“I will try, sir!” she said.
Mohun gazed at her strangely.
“When shall I come to hear the result?”
“In ten days from this time, sir.”
“In ten days? So be it.”