Captain Bervie put the next question.
“You have seen us ready to fight a duel—can you tell us the result?”
“I can tell you nothing more than I have told you already. The figures of the duelists have faded away, like the other figures I saw before them. What I see now looks like the winding gravel-path of a garden. A man and a woman are walking toward me. The man stops, and places a ring on the woman’s finger, and kisses her.”
Captain Bervie opened his lips to continue his inquiries—turned pale—and checked himself. Mr. Linwood put the next question.
“Who is the happy man?” he asked.
“You are the happy man,” was the instantaneous reply.
“Who is the woman?” cried Captain Bervie, before Mr. Linwood could speak again.
“The same woman whom I saw before; dressed in the same color, in pale blue.”
Captain Bervie positively insisted on receiving clearer information than this. “Surely you can see something of her personal appearance?” he said.
“I can see that she has long dark-brown hair, falling below her waist. I can see that she has lovely dark-brown eyes. She has the look of a sensitive nervous person. She is quite young. I can see no more.”