"I cannot tell. Yesterday I would have joined your brother in laughing at it; but, to-day——"
He paused.
"And why not to-day?" breathlessly inquired Sibyl.
"Sibyl, I do not wish to needlessly alarm you, but last night, as if to punish my presumption, I experienced something very like a supernatural visit."
"Good Heavens, Willard! Then the story told by the negroes is true?"
"It certainly seems like it. Had any one else told me what I experienced, I should think they were humbugging me; but I cannot discredit what I saw with my own eyes."
"And what was the appearance of the nocturnal visitor?"
"Exactly like the description Mrs. Tom gives of the face that appeared at her window—white as that of the dead, with dark, streaming hair, and wild, vacant, dark eyes."
"Oh, Willard! Can it be that—— But, no; it is impossible. At what hour did this apparition appear?"
"Between one and two, as near as I can judge."