Carmilla

I resumed, therefore, instantly, and was again interrupted. You pierce my ears,' said Carmilla, almost angrily, and stopping her ears with her tiny fingers. 'Besides, how can you tell that your religion and mine are the same; your forms wound me, and I hate funerals. What a fuss! Why you must die-eveyone must die; and all are happier when they do. Come home.' 'My father has gone on with the clergyman to the church- yard. I thought you knew she was to be buried to day.' 'She? I don't trouble my head about peasants. I don't know who she is,' answered Carmilla, with a flash from her fine eyes. 'She is the poor girl who fancied she saw a ghost a fortnight ago, and has been dying ever since, till yesterday, when she expired .' 'Tell me nothing about ghosts. I shan't sleep to-night if you do.'