"A shadow," she repeated. "I saw it distinctly. It moved across the room and stood beside the cot. It was the shadow of a man. But you are not laughing."
"Not yet," said I. "Had this shadow a voice?"
"No."
"What did your father say to it?"
"He implored it to be patient."
"And the shadow?"
"Vanished."
"And you?"
"I told myself I dreamed. I tried not to die of terror, and succeeded."