“As you wander through the corridors of a modern museum,” he continued imperturbably, “you may even look through a glass covering at the very tenement your soul has occupied at an earlier stage! Probably, of course, without the faintest whisper of recognition, yet, possibly, with just that acute and fascinated interest which _is_ the result of stirring memory. For the ‘old clothes’ still radiate vibrations that belong to _you;_ the dried blood and nerves once thrilled with emotions, spiritual or otherwise, that were you--the link may be recoverable. You think it is wild nonsense! I tell you it is in the best sense scientific. And, similarly,” he added, “you may chance upon some such remnant of another--the body of ancient friend or enemy.” He paused abruptly in his extraordinary recital. “I had that good fortune,” he added, “if you like to call it so.” “You found _hers?_” I asked in a low voice. “Her, I mean?” “Maennlich,” he replied with a smile, “has the best preserved mummies in the world. He never allowed them even to be unwrapped. The object I speak of--a body she had occupied in a recent Egyptian section--though not when _we_ were there, unfortunately--lay in one of his glass cases, while the soul who once had used it answered his bell and walked across his carpets--two of her bodies in the house at once. Curious, wasn’t it? A discarded instrument and the one in present use! The rest was comparatively easy. I traced her whereabouts at once, for the clue furnished the plainest possible directions. I went straight to her.” “And you knew instantly--when you saw her? You had no doubt?” “Instantly--when the door swung open and our eyes met on the threshold.” “Love at first sight, Julius, you mean? It was love you felt?” I asked it beneath my breath, for my heart was beating strangely. He raised his eyebrows. “Love?” he repeated, questioningly. “Deep joy, intuitive sympathy, content and satisfaction, rather. I knew her. I knew _who_ she was. In a few minutes we were more intimate in mind and feeling than souls who meet for the first time can become after years of living together. You understand?” I lowered my eyes, not knowing what to say. The standards of modern conduct, so strong about me, prevented the comments or questions that I longed to utter.