“Gracious Heaven, David Lindsay, do you tell me that!” exclaimed Gloria, turning pale.
“Yes, but whether this was a dream or a visitation, I cannot tell you. I must say it was more like a visitation.”
“What did you do or say?”
“Nothing at first. I felt spell-bound—dumfounded.”
“Did you see this mysterious visitant?”
“No, I only felt her hand on my forehead and heard her voice in my ears.”
“Did she speak again?”
“No.”
“Then what did you do?”
“I sprang out of bed and threw open the window-shutters. The sun was rising and filled the room full of light. I searched the place thoroughly, and found no one; examined the doors, and found them securely locked and bolted as I had left them on the previous night.”