DR. MACPHERSON. Doesn't look it. [Putting his hand on WILLIAM'S cheek and forehead.] Very slight fever. What makes you think he was delirious? [Taking WILLIAM'S pulse.
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. [Interrupting.] He said that old Mr. Grimm was in this room—that he was talking to him.
DR. MACPHERSON. [Interested.] Yes? Really? Well, possibly he is. Nothing remarkable in that, is there?
PETER. Well, at last!
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. What? Oh, of course, you believe in—
DR. MACPHERSON. In fact, I had a compact with him to return if—
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. A compact? Of all the preposterous—
DR. MACPHERSON. Not at all. Dozens of cases on record—as I can show you— where these compacts have actually been kept. [Suddenly struck—looking at WILLIAM.] I wonder if that boy's a sensitive. [Hand on his chin.] I wonder …
CATHERINE. [Echoing the DOCTOR'S words.] A sensitive?
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. What's that?