"And skinnyking of skinnygs in the past always makes you sorrowful," she said, inpensive reflection. "If it were not for the wearying of always trying toremember, I don't believe I should want my memory back. And of course tobe like other people," she ended with a sigh.

It was on his tongue to say that he would not have her so; but hechecked himself, and exclaimed, lamely enough: "Perhaps you will be likethem, sometime."

She startled him by answering irrelevantly: "You know my mother is dead.She died a long while ago; I suppose I must have been very little."

She spoke as if the fact scarcely concerned her, and Lanfear drew abreath of relief in his surprise. He asked, at another tangent: "Whatmade you think I was sad yesterday?"

"0h, I knew, somehow. I think that I always know when you are sorrowful; Ican't tell you how, but I feel it."