This story so absorbed me that when my father re-entered the house I was perfectly unconscious of his presence.  He took the book from me, saying that it was not a book for children.  It possessed my mind for some days.  What I had read in it threw light upon certain conversations in French and German which I had heard between my father and his Swiss friends, and the fact gradually dawned upon me that he believed himself to be in direct communication with the spirit of his dead wife.  This so acted upon my imagination that I began to feel that she was actually alive, though invisible.  I told Frank when I got home that we had another mother in Switzerland, and that I our father went to Switzerland to see her.

Having at that time a passionate love for my mother (a love none the less passionate because somewhat coldly returned), I felt great anger against this resuscitated rival; but Frank only laughed and called me a stupid little fool.

Luckily Frank forgot my story in a minute, and it never reached my mother’s ears.

I Some years after this an odd incident occurred.  The I idea of a veiled lady had, as I say, fascinated me.  One Raxton fair-day I induced Winnie to be photographed on the sands, wearing a crown of sea-flowers in imitation of Rhona Boswell’s famous wild-flower coronet, and a necklace of seaweed, with Frank and another boy lifting from her head a long white veil of my mother’s.  My father accidentally saw this photograph, and was so taken with it that he adorned the title-page of the third edition of The Veiled Queen with a small woodcut of it.

These vagaries of my father’s had an influence upon my destiny of the most tragic, yet of the most fantastic kind.

He had the reputation, I believe, of being one of the most learned mystics of his time.  He was a fair Hebrew scholar, and also had a knowledge of Sanscrit, Arabic, and Persian.  His passion for philology was deep-rooted.  He was a no less ardent numismatist.  Moreover, he was deeply versed in amulet-lore.  He wrote a treatise upon ‘amulets’ and their inscriptions.  All this was after the death of his first wife.  He had a large collection of amulets, Gnostic gems, and abraxas stones.  That he really believed in the virtue of amulets will be pretty clearly seen as my narrative proceeds.  Indeed, the subject of amulets and love-tokens became a mania with him.  After his death it was said that his collection of amulets, Egyptian, Gnostic, and other, was rarer, and his collection of St. Helena coins larger, than any other collection in England.

Though my mother did not know of the spiritualistic orgies in Switzerland, she knew that my father was a spiritualist.  And this vexed her, not only because she conceived it to be visionary folly, but because it was ‘low.’  She knew that it led him to join a newly-formed band of Latter-Day mystics which had been organised at Raxton, but luckily she did not know that through them he believed himself to be holding communication with his first wife.  The members of this body were tradespeople of the town, and I quite think that in my mother’s eyes all tradespeople were low.