[CHAPTER XX]
The Power of Suggestion
It is wearing when one's wishes travel faster than events, and have to wait for time to catch up. Mrs. Harmon felt it so. "The days go too slow," she declared to Ellis, a week after his visit to Chebasset.
"Not at all," he answered. "I think they go about right."
"You're like a cat," she said impatiently. "I watched one hunting a bird once, and it took forever to make its spring."
"But it caught the bird. Then wasn't the time well spent, Lydia?"
"I'm not so cold-blooded," she replied. "I can't be deliberate. I must have something going on."
"Therefore you listen for the door-bell," remarked he. "Lydia, he can't come up to-night."