“Where is Aunt Hattie?”
“In her sitting room.”
“How do you see this?”
“It is like a picture! This is that which has eluded me for days—I see it plainly now.”
“Repeat the scene just as it has been enacted before.”
Henry slowly arose from his chair, and walked to the center of the room; here he paused undecidedly.
“Well, what is wrong?”
Very slowly he answered, “I do not know—I—do—not—know.”
James looked puzzled; at last he asked: “Do you mean that you cannot do again that which you have before accomplished—that some peculiar condition is wanting?”
Henry merely repeated helplessly, “I—do—not—know; it is all dark! I cannot find—Aunt—Hattie!” in tone of great distress.