was just alone with her,—he asked suddenly, in a quick, trembling voice:
"Miss Hjelm, you know I am Superior Court Counsellor?"
"No: that I did not know," she said almost with dread, and arose. "No: that I have never known!"
"But allow me, dear lady, so you know it now," he said, surprised that the title or profession produced so strong an effect.
"Yes, now I know it," she said, and held her hand upon her heart. "Why do you tell me that? What does that signify?"
"Nothing else, Miss Hjelm, than that you may understand that I don't believe in witchcraft."
A speaker's physiognomy is often more intelligible than his words; and as Miss Hjelm saw the both hearty and spirited or jovial expression in the counsellor's face, she had not that inclination, which she under other circumstances would have had, quickly to break off the conversation and go away. It is possible, also, that his situation as Superior Court Counsellor—as that counsellor mentioned by Miss Brandt—did not, after a moment's consideration, appear to her so dreadful as at the first moment of surprise. So she answered:
"But, Mr. Counsellor, is there then anybody who has accused you of believing in witchcraft?"
"No, dear madam; but for all that I can as-
