“Yes.”
“A person you have really seen? A man?”
“Yes, the man I killed.”
“Oh!”
“I told you he was a beast. I saw that in his face, but I know it now because I dream of things that he did as a conqueror—in the villages.”
“I see—brutal things?”
“Worse than that. In one dream I see him—Oh!” she shuddered and the agony in her eyes was more eloquent than words.
“My dear lady, you are naturally wrought up by these dreadful experiences, you need rest, quiet surroundings, good food, a little relaxation——”
“No, no, no,” Mrs. Wells interrupted impatiently.
“Don't tell me those old things. I am a trained nurse. I know my case is entirely different.”