"Yes, I know," returned Diamond; "I know."

Then he was silent, but, I confess, appeared more thoughtful
than satisfied.

The next time I saw him, he looked paler than usual.

"Have you seen your friend again?" I asked him.

"Yes," he answered, solemnly.

"Did she take you out with her?"

"No. She did not speak to me. I woke all at once, as I generally
do when I am going to see her, and there she was against the door
into the big room, sitting just as I saw her sit on her own doorstep,
as white as snow, and her eyes as blue as the heart of an iceberg.
She looked at me, but never moved or spoke."

"Weren't you afraid?" I asked.

"No. Why should I have been?" he answered. "I only felt a little cold."

"Did she stay long?"

"I don't know. I fell asleep again. I think I have been rather
cold ever since though," he added with a smile.

I did not quite like this, but I said nothing.