Unorna tried to recall what she had done and said, but all was vague and indistinct.

Of one thing she was sure.

She had not laid her hand upon his forehead, and she had not intentionally done any of those things which she had always believed necessary for producing the results of hypnotism.

She had not willed him to do anything, she thought and she felt sure that she had pronounced no words of the nature of a command.
Step by step she tried to reconstruct for her comfort a detailed recollection of what had passed, but every effort in that direction was fruitless.

Like many men far wiser than herself, she believed in the mechanics of hypnotic science, in the touches, in the passes, in the fixed look, in the will to fascinate.