Another prolonged silence, the countess regarding Johannes with her lightly half-closed eyes, to see if he understood. Apparently he did not understand; for he sat, in unsuspecting patience, waiting for whatever else was to be said. "Can you fancy, Johannes, what that would signify to me to my children ... if it were true?" Johannes fancied only that he was looking at the speaker in a somewhat confounded and sheepish manner. "Bigamy, Johannes, is a terrible crime!" Wait!--A light broke in upon him, albeit a feeble one. His dearly loved children, then, were not legal--were illegitimate--natural, or whatever it was called. Yes, indeed! That was terrible, even though no one, to look at them, would ever think it. But the countess enlightened him still further. "The idea of living upon the property of another, Johannes, is, to a woman of honor, insufferable!" What more? The property of another? Then all this sumptuousness, belonged, perhaps, to poor, crazed Heléne; and his dear, pretty children and their beautiful mother were only illegal intruders--usurpers of another's possessions! Johannes faithfully tried his best to feel as the speaker did about all these curious and confusing things. But he did not succeed. Then, in his desire to comfort her, he gallantly uttered in broken English whatever came into his head. "No, Mevrouw; you must not think that. You are beautiful and your children are beautiful, and therefore everything that is beautiful belongs to you. I do not believe you have cause to be ashamed, for I have seen no sign of it. If there were any disgrace, I should have detected it. And how is any one to suppose that such evidence exists either on paper or in some secret closet or other--who knows where? Are you and Frieda and Olga any less beautiful, less lovely, less good? I do not care a bit about it. Absolutely nothing." The countess laughed so heartily, and pressed his hand so warmly, that Johannes was embarrassed. "Oh, you lovely boy!" she laughingly cried. "Oh, you queer, funny, darling of a boy! How you cheer me up! I have not been so light-hearted in a long time." Johannes was very glad, and proud of his success. Countess Dolores dried her tears of laughter upon her lace handkerchief, and resumed: "But now we must be in earnest. It will be clearer to you now why I am so interested in all that pertains to spiritualism and theosophy--why I listen so eagerly to the wisdom of Mijnheer van Lieverlee, and of Lady Crimmetart--why I attend the circle of the Pleiades, at the Hague--and, too, why it made me so happy to meet you, when I heard that you also were a medium, and could see the _elementals_, in full daylight." "But why, Mevrouw?" asked Johannes, in some distress. "How can you ask that, my dear boy! Nothing can ever bring back my peace of mind, except _one_ word from him, from the other side of the grave!"