human
Psyche! Psyche! look! cried Eros, starting to his feet in joyous excitement.
gpt
That must be--isn't it? Yes, it must be Mortimer--it is our dear old Mort!
human
Oh Eros, I believe it is! she answered, peering tremulously through the darkness.
gpt
I can't see clearly; I had a vision of Death--that Death was coming instead of him!
human
Death, indeed! exclaimed Eros, with a laugh.
gpt
Let this be a lesson to you, my dear, not to indulge in silly fancies again. But come on! We must receive the dear fellow at the door.