He described his love in glowing colors.  Korinna’s heart, he said, must have gone forth to him; for, at their last meeting on the northern shore of the lake, her hand had rested in his while he helped her out of the boat; he could still feel the touch of her fingers.  Nor had the meeting been pure accident, for he had since seen and recognized the presence on earth of her departed soul in her apparently living form.  And she, too, with the subtle senses of a disembodied spirit, must have had a yearning towards him, for she had perceived all the depth and fervor of his passion.  Alexander had given him this certainty; for when he had seen Korinna by the lake, her soul had long since abandoned its earthly tenement.  Before that, her mortal part was already beyond his reach; and yet he was happy, for the spirit was not lost to him.  Only last night magic forces had brought her before him—­his father, too, had been present, and no deception was possible.  He had gone to bed in rapturous excitement, full of delicious hopes, and Korinna had at once appeared to him in a dream, so lovely, so kind, and at the same time so subtle a vision, ready to follow him in his thoughts and strivings.  But just as he had heard a full assurance of her love from her own lips, and was asking her by what name he should call her when the craving to see her again should wax strong in him, old Dido had waked him, to cast him out of elysium into the deepest earthly woes.

But, he added—­and he drew himself up proudly—­he should soon possess the Magian’s art, for there was no kind of learning he could not master; even as a boy he had proved that to his teachers.  He, whose knowledge had but yesterday culminated in the assurance that it was impossible to know anything, could now assert with positive conviction, that the human soul could exist apart from the matter it had animated.  He had thus gained that fixed footing outside the earth which Archimedes had demanded to enable him to move it; and he should soon be able to exert his power over departed souls, whose nature he now understood as well as—­ay, and better than—­Serapion.  Korinna’s obedient spirit would help him, and when once he should succeed in commanding the souls of the dead, as their master, and in keeping them at hand among the living, a new era of happiness would begin, not only for him and his father, but for every one who had lost one dear to him by death.

But here Melissa interrupted his eager and confident speech.  She had listened with increasing uneasiness to the youth who, as she knew, had been cheated.  At first she thought it would be cruel to destroy his bright illusions.  He should at least in this be happy, till the anguish of having thoughtlessly betrayed his brother to ruin should be a thing of the past!  But when she perceived that he purposed involving his father in the Magian’s snares by calling up his mother’s Manes, she could no longer be silent, and she broke out with indignant warning:  “Leave my father alone, Philip!  For all you saw at the Magian’s was mere trickery.”