“Oh, I wish you had not asked that question!” exclaimed Lyon Berners, while Sybil grew deadly pale, and shivered from head to foot.
“Why, what’s the matter now?” demanded the Captain, lifting his eyebrows in surprise.
“Oh, the damp girl!” exclaimed Sybil, shuddering.
“The damp girl!” echoed the Captain, in growing wonder.
Lyon Berners shrugged his shoulders, while Sybil, in agitated tones, recounted her strange visitation of the night before.
“As clearly defined a case of incubus as ever I heard in my life,” was the prompt decision of Captain Pendleton.
Sybil grew angry.
“I only wish,” she sharply answered, “that you would once experience the like, for then you could know that it could not be nightmare.”
“Then, my dear Mrs. Berners, if this was not incubus, what do you suppose it to have been?”
“A real visitation; but whether a natural or supernatural one, of course I can not tell,” she answered.