“I see you hesitate. Let me complete my proof by saying that you are visiting, with Zenith and Thorwald, at the house of Fronda, and have heard me sing two nights in succession.” “Then,” I exclaimed, with sorrow and despair in my voice, “I have indeed found Avis, but, alas! I have once more lost Mona.” “How so?” “Why, don’t you see? I expected to find Mona and lose Avis. I thought Avis was Mona, a thought born partly of hope, I suppose, but it did not seem possible that there could be two such singers. So you are really Avis. I must try and remember that, and not express any more sorrow at not losing you. If Avis could not be Mona it is certainly a great consolation to find her in you. Let me return with you to Proctor’s; and now, will you not sing for me as we walk?” “Are you so fond of singing, or is it because you like to be reminded of Mona?” “Both, I assure you.” “Does my voice sound like hers in conversation?” “Oh, no, Mona never talked as we do. Everything she wanted to say she sang.” “You surprise me,” said Avis. “I should think she would soon become tiresome to her friends.” “If you had ever known her you would not make such a remark as that.” “I beg your pardon,” she quickly returned. “I presume you are right. And now, to atone for wounding your feelings, I will sing till we come in sight of Fronda’s house.” “I thank you very much, and I promise you I shall walk as slowly as possible.” She sang some sweet little things for me as we sauntered along, attracting me powerfully and making it easier for me to conceal my great disappointment. When we reached the house Avis explained, in a few pleasant words, the fact of our acquaintance, and as soon as family and guests were all gathered for the noonday lunch I told them about my peculiar forgetfulness of what had occurred on the moon and then about the manner in which the events had been brought back to my mind. They showed more interest in the latter part of my relation than in the former, and when I was through the doctor said: “I must confess to you now, my friend, that I told these good people something about your aberration. It was entirely for your own sake, for I wanted their help in bringing about your recovery, and now that we have been successful I hope you will forgive me.” “You know there is nothing to forgive,” I replied. Then Zenith said: