"No."
"Why not?" asked Duane.
"I shall not tell you why."
"Not that I care whether she sees me or not," he added.
"Do you care, Harry, whether I see you occasionally in my crystal?" smiled Athalie.
Duane flushed brightly and reminded her that she was too honourable to follow the movements of her personal friends unless requested to do so by them.
"That is quite true," rejoined the girl, simply. "But once I saw you when I did not mean to."
"Well?" he demanded, redder still.
"You were merely asleep in your own bed," she said, laughing and accepting a lighted match from me. Then as the fragrant thread of smoke twisted in ghostly ringlets across her smooth young cheeks she settled back among her cushions.[194]