There was a silence for perhaps ten seconds; then the voice spoke again.
"The spirit will not show its face," it said, "but it is always with you. It never leaves you night nor day."
"Why does it not leave me?"
"I cannot tell; I do not know."
"Tell me," persisted Dick, "you do not seem like the other spirits who have been here—if they are spirits," he added in an undertone. "Can you not find out if I am watched over for any particular purpose?"
"Yes, yes, I can. I can see now. It is a guardian angel, and she loves you."
"She loves me—why does she love me?"
"When she was alive she loved you. I think you were engaged. But she died, and you never married her. But she is always watching over you—trying to help you. Were you ever engaged to anyone who died?"
"That is surely a leading question," was Dick's retort. "Is that all you can tell me?"
"That is all, except that you have enemies, one in particular, who is trying to do you harm, and your guardian angel is always near you, seeking to protect you. Have you an enemy?"