"I was in my own room，and sitting by the window，which was open: it soothed me to feel the balmy night-air; though I could see no stars，and only by a vague，luminous haze，knew the presence of a moon. I longed for thee，Janet! Oh，I longed for thee both with soul and flesh! I asked of God，at once in anguish and humility，if I had not been long enough desolate，afflicted，tormented; and might not soon taste bliss and peace once more. That I merited all I endured，I acknowledged- that I could scarcely endure more，I pleaded; and the alpha and omega of my heart"s wishes broke involuntarily from my lips in the words- "Jane! Jane! Jane!""

"Did you speak these words aloud?"

"I did，Jane. If any listener had heard me，he would have thought me mad: I pronounced them with such frantic energy."

"And it was last Monday night，somewhere near midnight?"

"Yes; but the time is of no consequence: what followed is the strange point. You will think me superstitious- some superstition I have in my blood，and always had: nevertheless，this is true- true at least it is that I heard what I now relate.

"As I exclaimed "Jane! Jane! Jane!" a voice- I cannot tell whence the voice came，but I know whose voice it was- replied，"I am ing: wait for me;" and a moment after，went whispering on the wind the words- "Where are you?"