The colonel was silent, and seemed for a moment lost in thought. "Where did you come to know my daughter?"
"I do not know her, gracious sir; I declare I do not know her."
"Why then has she chosen you, and no one else, to offer up prayers for her?"
The philosopher shrugged his shoulders. "God only knows. It is a well-known fact that grand people often demand things which the most learned man cannot comprehend; and does not the proverb say, 'Dance, devil, as the Lord commands!'"
"Aren't you talking nonsense, Mr Philosopher?"
"May the lightning strike me on the spot if I lie."
"If she had only lived a moment longer," said the colonel sadly, "then I had certainly found out everything. She said, 'Let no one offer up prayers for me, but send, father, at once to the seminary in Kieff for the student Thomas Brutus; he shall pray three nights running for my sinful soul—he knows.' But what he really knows she never said. The poor dove could speak no more, and died. Good man, you are probably well known for your sanctity and devout life, and she has perhaps heard of you."
"What? Of me?" said the philosopher, and took a step backward in amazement. "I and
