“Here. Close to you, with your hand on mine.”
El-Râmi was puzzled. True, he held her left hand in his own, but she had never described any actual sensation of human touch before.
“Then,—can you see me?” he asked somewhat anxiously.
The answer came sadly.
“No. Bright air surrounds me, and the colours of the air—nothing more.”
“You are alone, Lilith?”
Oh, what a sigh came heaving from her breast!
“I am always alone!”
Half remorseful, he heard her. She had complained of solitude before,—and it was a thought he did not wish her to dwell upon. He made haste to speak again.
“Tell me,”—he said—“Where have you been, Lilith, and what have you seen?”