While I was hesitating--it was just before dawn--Seraphine came to me. She talked to me, soothed me, and, at last, she told me the truth about myself. She said that all my troubles come from this, that I am possessed by an evil spirit! _Literally possessed!_ This is what she was leading up to when she told me about the great company of earth-bound souls that are hovering about us since the war, striving to come back! The extraordinary part of it is that I no longer regard this as a fantastic impossibility. I no longer reject it. I am not terrified or horrified by the thought, but almost welcome it, since it offers an explanation of what has happened that does not involve madness. I am either possessed by an evil spirit or I am mad, and of these two I prefer the evil spirit. That, at least, is a definite cause carrying with it the hope of a cure, for we read that evil spirits were cast out in olden times, and they may be again. * * * * * One thing convinces me that what Seraphine says is true--I did something at Roberta's party that my own soul or spirit, even in madness, could never have done. I accused Christopher of committing a crime. I accused him of treason! Christopher! My love! Seraphine bears witness to this. I _must_ be possessed by an evil spirit! This would account for something else that happened last night. I was just falling into a troubled sleep when--_no, I cannot tell it!_ * * * * * Christopher sent me a gorgeous basket of roses this morning with his love. He loves me in spite of the devil and all his angels--he said that to Seraphine. How wonderful! I wish they would let me see him, and yet--I am ashamed. How can I ever face Christopher again? There is something strange about Roberta Vallis--I feel it. She did not come in to speak to me or say good-bye before I left her apartment--that morning. Why not? I asked Seraphine if there was anything the matter with Roberta--had I done anything to offend her?--but the only answer I could get was that Roberta is not well. Seraphine is keeping something back--I am sure of it. * * * * *