Norma was delighted.
"I knew it," she said. "I'd have bet on it. It's extraordinary how one gets to know these things. Tell us what your dream is about, Evie."
"Mercy!" exclaimed Aunt Georgy. "Isn't a person allowed more than one dream nowadays?"
Evie sank down on the sofa at her aunt's feet.
"Mine's always the same," she murmured.
"Ah," said Lisburn, "a recurrent dream." He looked at her with interest. "Does it trouble you?"
Evie made a cooing sound like a dove, in doubt. Norma began to tease her to tell. Aunt Georgy thought she was tiresome, nagging and bothering like that. She told her to let Evie alone. Norma shrugged her shoulders.
"It's so characteristic of that introverted type," she said, "not to be willing to be frank enough to be cured."
"Can one be cured?" asked Evie, and she raised her eyes to Lisburn.