I met Kitty on the homeward road—­a shadow among shadows.

If I were to describe all the incidents of the next fortnight in their order, my story would never come to an end; and your patience would be exhausted.  Morning after morning and evening after evening the ghostly ’rickshaw and I used to wander through Simla together.  Wherever I went, there the four black and white liveries followed me and bore me company to and from my hotel.  At the theater I found them amid the crowd of yelling jhampanies; outside the club veranda, after a long evening of whist; at the birthday ball, waiting patiently for my reappearance; and in broad daylight when I went calling.  Save that it cast no shadow, the ’rickshaw was in every respect as real to look upon as one of wood and iron.  More than once, indeed, I have had to check myself from warning some hard-riding friend against cantering over it.  More than once I have walked down the Mall deep in conversation with Mrs. Wessington to the unspeakable amazement of the passers-by.

Before I had been out and about a week I learnt that the “fit” theory had been discarded in favor of insanity.  However, I made no change in my mode of life.  I called, rode, and dined out as freely as ever.  I had a passion for the society of my kind which I had never felt before; I hungered to be among the realities of life; and at the same time I felt vaguely unhappy when I had been separated too long from my ghostly companion.  It would be almost impossible to describe my varying moods from the 15th of May up to to-day.

The presence of the ’rickshaw filled me by turns with horror, blind fear, a dim sort of pleasure, and utter despair.  I dared not leave Simla; and I knew that my stay there was killing me.  I knew, moreover, that it was my destiny to die slowly and a little every day.  My only anxiety was to get the penance over as quietly as might be.  Alternately I hungered for a sight of Kitty and watched her outrageous flirtations with my successor—­to speak more accurately, my successors—­with amused interest.  She was as much out of my life as I was out of hers.  By day I wandered with Mrs. Wessington almost content.  By night I implored Heaven to let me return to the world as I used to know it.  Above all these varying moods lay the sensation of dull, numbing wonder that the seen and the unseen should mingle so strangely on this earth to hound one poor soul to its grave.

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August 27th.—­Heatherlegh has been indefatigable in his attendance on me; and only yesterday told me that I ought to send in an application for sick-leave.  An application to escape the company of a phantom!  A request that the Government would graciously permit me to get rid of five ghosts and an airy ’rickshaw by going to England!  Heatherlegh’s proposition moved me to almost hysterical laughter.  I told him that I should await the end quietly at Simla; and I am sure that the end is not far off.  Believe me that I dread its advent more than any word can say; and I torture myself nightly with a thousand speculations as to the manner of my death.