We both retired to rest that night with heavy hearts, but the next morning Claribel woke up with a smile on her face, although she looked very pale and worn.
"Molly, dear, I saw him last night," she said.
"Did you, really? What, John Archer?" I asked, for I no longer now doubted her word when she spoke in this manner.
"Yes," she replied, "and I promised to call again to give him consolation."
"How did you manage to speak to him?" I asked.
"By signs only; but he understood me."
"Was he asleep?" I asked.
"No; he was tossing restlessly on his pallet."
"Then he could not possibly imagine he had been dreaming."
"I think not, as this is the second time I have appeared to him in the spirit."