"You look tired," he continued, "though it is becoming
to your beauty to be pale--I always said so. I will not weary you. I was
only going to say that if I were under your influence--you might easily
make me believe that you were not yourself, but another woman--for the
rest of my life."
They stood looking at each other in silence during several seconds. Then
Unorna seemed to understand what he meant.
"Do you really believe that is possible?" she asked earnestly.
"I know it. I know of a case in which it succeeded very well."
"Perhaps," she said, thoughtfully. "Let us go and look at him."
She moved in the direction of the aged sleeper's room and they both left
the hall together.
CHAPTER XIII
Unorna was superstitious, as Keyork Arabian had once told her. She
did not thoroughly understand herself and she had very little real
comprehension of the method by which she produced such remarkable
results. She was gifted with a sensitive and active imagination, which
supplied her with semi-mystic formulae of thought and speech in place
of reasoned explanations, and she undoubtedly attributed much of her own
power to supernatural influences. In this respect, at least, she was
no farther advanced than the witches of older days, and if her inmost
convictions took a shape which would have seemed incomprehensible to
those predecessors of hers, this was to be attributed in part to the
innate superiority of her nature, and partly, also, to the high degree
of cultivation in which her mental faculties had reached development.
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