room.  If at noon the world is suddenly darkened, you know, without looking up at the sky, that it is overcast by a cloud.  In the very same way you can feel the nearness of a soul that was dear to you without being able to see it.  All that is necessary is to strengthen the faculty which knows its presence, and give it the proper training, and then you will see and hear them.  The Magians have the key which unlocks the door of the world of spirits to the human senses.  Your noble brother, in whom the claims of the spirit have long since triumphed over those of sense, has found this key without seeking it, since he has been permitted to see Korinna’s soul.  And if he follows a competent guide he will see her again.”

“But why?  What good will it do him?” asked Melissa, with a reproachful and anxious look at the man whose influence, as she divined would be pernicious to her brother, in spite of his knowledge.  The Magian gave a compassionate shrug, and in the look he cast at the philosopher, the question was legible, “What have such as these to do with the highest things?”

Philip nodded in impatient assent, and, without paying any further heed to his brother and sister, besought his friend to give him the proofs of the theory that the physical causation of things is weaker than the sympathy which connects them.  Melissa knew full well that any attempt now to separate Philip from Serapion would be futile; however, she would not leave the last chance untried, and asked him gravely whether he had forgotten his mother’s tomb.

He hastily assured her that he fully intended to visit it presently.  Fruit and fragrant oil could be had here at any hour of the night.

“And your two wreaths?” she said, in mild reproach, for she had observed them both below the portrait of Korinna.

“I had another use for them,” he said, evasively; and then he added, apologetically:  “You have brought flowers enough, I know.  If I can find time, I will go to-morrow to see my father.”  He nodded to them both, turned to the Magian, and went on eagerly: 

“Then that magical sympathy—­”

They did not wait to hear the discussion; Alexander signed to his sister to follow him.

He, too, knew that his brother’s ear was deaf now to anything he could say.  What Serapion had said had riveted even his attention, and the question whether it might indeed be vouchsafed to living mortals to see the souls of the departed, and hear their voices, exercised his mind so greatly that he could not forbear asking his sister’s opinion on such matters.

But Melissa’s good sense had felt that there was something not quite sound in the Magian’s argument—­nor did she conceal her conviction that Philip, who was always hard to convince, had accepted Serapion’s views, not because he yielded to the weight of his reasons, but because he—­and Alexander, too, for that matter—­hoped by his mediation to see the beautiful Korinna again.