"Pray who is that?" she whispered, looking at her lover with frightened eyes.

"Alice!" cried George, stepping toward her.

"Alice! Don't listen to him. He is a madman, from - from Mars."

The stranger smiled. "He followed me here : he is mad, you see. Alice and I are to be married, you madman. Are we not, Alice?"

"Send that man away, do!" And she shuddered as if George had been a monster frightful to look upon.

He tried to move, and could not; he tried to speak, and could not. He felt himself turning to marble as he stood there.

"Do you know who I am?" demanded the stranger sternly. "Look and see!"

The face that he hitherto had seen but indistinctly was growing terribly clear to him. Line by line it assumed form and proportion. He looked and saw an awful phantasm - HIMSELF.