"How is it that they wired you so late that your little friend had
died, so many months after?" Lucia asked me, some days after we had
left Lucerne.
"Because I, myself, had only then wired to inquire about her."
Lucia looked at we silently and thoughtfully for a while, and then said
with a kindly unsuspecting earnestness, full of delicate chastity:
"Oh, then I understand. Then she appeared to you in a vision, didn't
she?"