“Hallucination, of course. Thought transference. What you please. They’d say so. Do you think so? And I’d been thinking of my picture of her. Oh, I admit it. So we must look at the matter in the light of common-sense.”
“But I saw her too.”
His eyes softened, and his voice.
“Yes. You were there. That’s comfort. You saw her too—standing there with her dear hands full of cowslips——”
“A torch,” I said.
“Cowslips——” he checked on the word. “What?”
“She was carrying a candle,” I insisted. “It had just been lighted. She was holding it so carefully.”
We stared at each other.
“You’re sure?”
“Sure.”