The alarming thinness and sharpening of the delicate features was he saw, actually becoming less marked day by day; the transparent hands were less transparent; the movements were no longer languid.
"She spends most of the day out of doors when the weather's decent," Dowie said.

"She eats what I give her.

And she sleeps." Doctor Benton asked many questions and the answers given seemed to provide him with food for reflection.
"Has she spoken of having had the dream again ?" he inquired at last.
"Yes, sir," was Dowie's brief reply.
"Did she say it was the same dream ?" "She told me her husband had come back.

She said nothing more." "Has she told you that more than once ?" "No, sir.

Only once so far." Doctor Benton looked at the sensible face very hard.