"'Is everything plain to you? Are you a sort of prophet and second-sight medium? Is nothing hidden from you?' I asked.
"'Nothing,' she faltered. My head ached and I clasped it in my hand.
"A sudden change came over her. 'I am human—believe me!' she said, with piteous eagerness. 'Indeed, I do not seem strange to those who understand. You wonder, because you left me at midnight in Antwerp and you wake to find me here. If, because I find myself reincarnated, endowed with senses and capabilities which few at present possess—if I am so made, why should it seem strange? It is all so natural to me. If I appear to you—'
"'Yes—'
"'Wilhelmina!' I cried; 'can you vanish?'
"'Yes,' she murmured; 'does it seem to you unmaidenly?'
"'Great Heaven!' I groaned.
"'Don't!' she cried, with tears in her voice—'oh, please don't! Help me to bear it! If you only knew how awful it is to be different from other girls—how mortifying it is to me to be able to vanish—oh, how I hate and detest it all!'
"'Don't cry,' I said, looking at her pityingly.