Jack rose, and began to pace the room.
“Did you hear her say that, Miss Gladden?”
“No, Lyle told me of it.”
“Had Lyle any idea of what she meant by it?”
“She did not seem to have; nothing was ever said regarding that phase of the subject; she only seemed relieved that Mrs. Maverick promised to prevent a repetition of her father’s abuse of her.”
Jack seated himself. “You spoke of some reasons on Lyle’s part for your conclusions; what were they?”
Miss Gladden then told him of Lyle’s strange impressions and of her dream, but made no allusion to the photograph, wishing to reserve that until later.
Jack looked thoughtful. “I wonder that she has never spoken to me regarding this dream,” he said at length.
“She told me she had not had the dream so often since having been occupied with her studies and reading, probably that accounts for her not speaking of it; lately she says it has returned.”
Both were silent for a while, then Miss Gladden asked: