He hesitated before he put his next question.
"But you think she has seen him since she spoke to you?
You feel that she might speak of it again--at almost any time ?" "She might, sir, and she might not.

It may seem like a sacred thing to her.

And it's no business of mine to ask her about things she'd perhaps rather not talk about." "Do you think that she believes that she sees her husband every night ?" "I don't know _what_ I think, sir," said Dowie in honourable distress.
"Well neither do I for that matter," Benton answered brusquely.

"Neither do thousands of other people who want to be honest with themselves.
Physically the effect of this abnormal fancy is excellent.

If this goes on she will end by being in a perfectly normal condition." "That's what I'm working for, sir," said Dowie.
Whereupon Dr.Benton went away and thought still stranger and deeper things as he drove home over the moor road which twisted through the heather.
* * * * * The next day's post delivered by Macaur himself brought as it did weekly a package of books and carefully chosen periodicals.