“That was a pleasant death and an unusual one,” I said, smiling. “How did it happen?” “The doctor said that I died of heart-failure. For years I had wanted a certain thing, and when it came to me suddenly, the realisation was too much for me.” “And then?” “Why, I suddenly realised that I had let slip the body through which I might have enjoyed this thing I had attained.” “And then?” “I remembered that I was not my body, that I was my consciousness; and as long as that was intact, I was intact. So I went right on enjoying the attainment.” “Without a regret?” “Yes.” “You are indeed a philosopher,” I said. “And though I do not want to force your confidence, yet I would be much interested to know your story.” “It would seem absurd to some people,” she answered, “and even to me it seems strange sometimes. But I had always wanted money, a great deal of money. One day a certain person died, leaving me a fortune. It was that joy which was too strong for me.” “And how do you enjoy the fortune here?” “In several ways. My husband and I had planned a beautiful house--if we should ever have the money. We had planned to travel, too, and to see the interesting places of the world. We also had two or three friends who loved to create beauty in the arts, and who were hampered in their work by lack of means. Now, my husband, being my sole heir, came into the fortune immediately I passed out. So I enjoy everything with him and through him just the same as if I were actually in the flesh.” “And he knows that you are present?” “Yes. We had each promised not to desert the other in life or death. I have kept my word, and he knows that I have kept it.” “And where is he now?” “Travelling.” “Alone?” “Except for me.” “In what place is he?” “In Egypt at this time.” I drew nearer. “Can you show him to me?” I asked. “Yes, I think so. Come along.” It is needless to say that I did not require a second invitation. We found the man--a handsome fellow about thirty years of age--sitting alone in a luxurious bedroom in Cairo. It seems to be my destiny to have strange experiences in Cairo! The young man was reading as we entered the room; but he looked up at once, for he felt that _she_ was there. I do not think he perceived me. “My darling,” he said, aloud, “I have seen the Pyramids!” She placed her hand upon his forehead, and he closed his eyes, the better to see her. Then his hand moved to the table, he opened his eyes again, and took up paper and pencil. I saw her guide his hand, which wrote: “I have brought a friend with me. Can you see him?” “No.” The man spoke aloud, she communicating through the pencil in his hand and by his interior perception of her. “Then never mind,” she wrote; “he is not an egotist. I only wanted him to see you. I have told him how happy I am--and now he sees why.” “This journey of mine is an unalloyed delight,” the man said. “That is because I am with you,” she replied. “Were you with me at the Pyramids to-day?”