I know you were delirious; but ...

but it hung together somehow; and it seemed much more real to you than anything else." "What did ?" asked Frank uncomfortably.
The doctor made no answer for a moment.

He looked out across the untidy garden with its rich, faded finery of wild flowers and autumn leaves, and the yellowing foliage beyond the wall, and the moors behind--all transfigured in October sunshine.

The smoke of the burning weeds drew heavenly lines and folds of ethereal lace-work across the dull splendors beyond.
"Well," he said at last, "everything.

You know I've heard hundreds and hundreds of folks ..." he broke off again, "...