"Impossible! Eternity would not be too long."
"_Nous verrons_," said she, with a laugh.
"At least you will write? You"ll send me your picture?"
"I never write, and you have my picture."
"And another in my heart," he cried hotly.
"I have tried to put it there."
"But give me some token--anything--a ribbon--a glove--anything."
"Well, let it be a glove. As I go I will give you a glove."
She rose from her chair and rested her right hand on the table.
"Till we meet again!" she said.
"I am yours for ever!" he cried, seizing her hand.
"True! true!" she answered triumphantly. "You are mine forever!" and with a sudden movement she drew her arm away from him and left on the table--her glove, was it, or her hand? It seemed her very hand! and as Middleton looked up he had a vision of a blood-red claw shaken in his face, and devilish laughter rattled in his ears. The lady was gone, and Middleton fell full length on his studio floor.
Middleton is a very devoted husband to Angela Dove. When he is well and cheerful, he blames himself for having made love to a model, and laughs at himself for having been fool enough to fancy--well, all sorts of rubbish. But when he is out of sorts he does not like to be complimented on his figure of Earthly Love, and he gives a shudder if he happens to come across an article which lies hidden in his cupboard--a perfect model of the human hand covered with black kid; the model is hollow, and there is a curious black mark inside it.
And the earl? The earl was delighted with the panel.
"Was she a professional model?" he asked.
"She made it a matter of business with me," said Middleton uneasily. It was one of his bad days.
"I must know that girl," continued the earl, with a cunning look in his eye.
"I expect you will some day."
"What"s her name?"
"I don"t know. She didn"t tell me."
"Didn"t she sign anything when you paid her?"
"I haven"t paid her yet."
"But you"re going to?"
"I--I suppose so," answered Middleton.
"Well, you"ll find out who she is then. And, I say, Middleton, just let me know."
"I will if I can--unless you"ve found it out before."
The earl took up his hat with a sigh.
"A glorious creature!" he said. "I hope I shall see her sometime."
"I think it"s very likely, my lord," said Middleton.
"Have you any notion where she comes from?"
Middleton compromised. He said he understood that the lady was from Monte Carlo.
MY ASTRAL BODY.
"There"s no doubt at all about it," said the rajah, relighting his cigar.
"It"s perfectly easy, if you know how to do it. The skepticism of the West is nothing less than disgusting."
The rajah had come to Oxford to complete his education and endue himself with the culture of Europe; and he sat in my rooms, in a frock-coat of perfect cut (he always wore a frock-coat), smoking one of my weeds and drinking a whisky-and-soda. The rajah took to European culture with avidity, and I have very little doubt that he learned many new things with which it might or might not be expedient to acquaint his fellow-countrymen and subjects when he returned to India. But all the intellectual interests of Oxford were not strong enough to wean him from his love for the ancient lore of his own country, and he was always ready to expound the hidden wisdom of the East to any inquiring spirit.
As soon as I found this out, I cultivated his acquaintance sedulously; for, in common with all intelligent men of the present day, I took a keen interest in that strange learning which seemed to give its possessors such extraordinary powers.
"Can you do it?" I asked.
"I should hope so," said the rajah contemptuously. "If I couldn"t do that, I"d turn Mahommedan."
"I wish you"d teach me."
The rajah took in a deep puff of smoke. "You"re sure you could manage it?" he asked.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Well, of course, like anything else, an astral body must be treated with tact, or it gets out of hand."
"Does it?"
"Why, yes; you must be firm and yet kind. Don"t let it take liberties, or you don"t know where it will land you. I rather doubt if I ought to show you."
I implored him to do so. I was young, rash, self-confident, and I thought I could manage an astral body as easily as I did the dean.
"Don"t blame me if you find it too much for you, that"s all," said the rajah. "And of course you must promise not to tell anyone."
"Oh, must I?"
"Yes, you must; because it"s quite irregular in me to show you like this. You ought, by rights, you know, to go to Thibet for seven years."