his ship--he! he!"

"Not so. If you prefer sailing with me, as I know you are a good
seaman, you shall have your rating and pay of pilot--that is, if you
choose to follow my fortunes."

"Follow?--Must follow. Yes! I'll sail with you, Mynheer Vanderdecken,
I wish to be always near you--he! he!"

"Be it so, then: as soon as you are strong again, you will go to your
duty; till then, I will see that you want for nothing."

"Nor I, my good fellow. Come to me if you do, and I will be your help,"
said Amine. "You have suffered much; but we will do what we can to make
you forget it."

"Very good!--very kind!" replied Schriften, surveying the lovely face
and figure of Amine. After a times shrugging up his shoulders, he
added--"A pity! Yes, it is! Must be, though."

"Farewell!" continued Amine, holding out her hand to Schriften.

The man took it, and a cold shudder went to her heart; but she,
expecting such a result, would not appear to feel it. Schriften held
her hand for a second or two in his own, looking at it earnestly, and
then at Amine's face. "So fair--so good! Mynheer Vanderdecken, I thank
you. Lady, may Heaven preserve you!" Then squeezing the hand of Amine,
which he had not released, Schriften hastened out of the cabin.

So great was the sudden icy shock which passed through Amine's frame
when Schriften pressed her hand, that when with difficulty she gained
the sofa, she fell upon it. After remaining with her hand pressed
against her heart for some time, during which Philip bent over her, she
said, in a breathless voice, "That creature must be supernatural--I am
sure of it--I am now convinced. Well," continued she, after a pause of
some little while, "all the better, if we can make him a friend; and if
I can I will."

"But think you, Amine, that those who are not of this world have
feelings of kindness, gratitude, and ill-will, as we have? Can they be
made subservient?"

"Most surely so. If they have ill-will--as we know they have--they must
also be endowed with the better feelings. Why are there good and evil
intelligences? They may have disencumbered themselves of their mortal
clay, but the soul must be the same. A soul without feeling were no
soul at all. The soul is active in this world, and must be so in the
next. If angels can pity, they must feel like us. If demons can vex,
they must feel like us. Our feelings change, then why not theirs?
Without feelings, there were no heaven