stockings, he burned perfumes in a chaffing-dish, and began the conjuration, mumbling many mysterious words, and brandishing his sword as if fighting with an invisible enemy; at once the combat seemed to cease, he grew quiet, and turning towards us who had been standing round him, exclaimed, "I have succeeded, he is coming!"
"A thick smoke overdarkened suddenly the room, the lights were extinguished, and a shiny figure, resembling in a most striking manner my deceased husband, appeared."
"Ask him," said the Necromancer, "ask him before he vanishes."
"I shuddered, seized with horror, and was unable to utter a single word: My daughter was in the same situation: The phantom gave us a ghastly look, shaking his head, as if denying something. The Ne-"cromancer
