She could not have lived through what lay before her.

She had had a dream which she believed was real, and, through the pure joy and comfort of it, the life forces had begun to flow through her being and combine to build actual firm tissue and supply blood cells.

The results were physical enough.
The inexplicable in this case was that the curative agency was that she believed that her husband, who had been blown to atoms on the battle field, came to her alive each night--talked with her--held her in warm arms.

Nothing else had aided her.

And there you were--thrown upon occultism and what not! He became conscious that, though he would have been glad to question Dowie daily and closely, a certain reluctance of mind held him back.
Also he realised that, being a primitive though excellent woman, Dowie herself was secretly awed into avoidance of the subject.