“No, I began; but I daren’t—”
“You feel sure it is something besides your own nerves?”
“Yes.”
“Something or somebody outside yourself?”
“Outside myself? I don’t know that.”
Guy suddenly caught Cuthbert’s hand again and pressed it hard against his forehead, as if to steady his brain. Then he spoke more clearly.
“I don’t know if what comes over me is my ancestor himself, or the fiend that tempted him, or my own worst self. As for the vision, I’m not so much afraid of that.”
“Then what you want is to be able to resist this influence?”
“Yes, before it ruins me, body and soul.”
“Well, you must let me think it over. Depend upon it, I’ll not leave you alone to fight the battle. Now, you’ll sleep to-night?”