"I have not expressed my sympathy in your loss," said Sharpley; "but that is hardly necessary."
"It is not at all necessary," said Mrs. Craven, "for I believe Frank to be alive."
"How can you believe it," asked Sharpley, with difficulty repressing his irritation, "in the face of my testimony?"
"You are not sure of Frank's death."
"I am as sure as I can be."
"I am not," said Mrs. Craven, quietly.
"But, permit me to ask, how could he possibly escape from the consequences of such a fall?"
"That I cannot explain; but there have been escapes quite as wonderful. I have a presentiment that Frank is alive."
"I did not think you were so superstitious, my dear," said Mr. Craven.
"Call it superstition if you please. With me it is conviction."