He did not move from his knees, and so intense was his absorption that the presence of those who came near was as nothing.
What he hoped or intended to do he did not explain to himself.

He was of the order of man who coldly waves aside all wanderings on the subjects of occult claims.

He believed in proven facts, in professional aid, in the abolition of absurdities.

But his whole narrow being concentrated itself on one thing,--he wanted this woman back.

He wanted to speak to her.
What power he unknowingly drew from the depths of him, what exquisite answering thing he reached at, could not be said.