"Well, that may be the scientific name for the Divine Spirit."
"The what?"
"The Divine Spirit," he repeated, firmly and seriously. "I believe that the impulse to seek you came from above. You are in danger."
"Am I--of being bored to death?"
"You can't deny that you are in trouble of some sort. I can see it in your expression."
"My trouble is my own. I share it with no one."
"Then you are in----"
"Pray don't question me," snapped Leah, with a nervous glance around. This interference of the Unseen with her material affairs was both weird and uncomfortable. She could not deny the panic that had driven her headlong from the security of the flesh, and it was remarkable that Lionel, unsummoned and unsought, should seek her at so critical a moment. The feeling that he was meddling with what did not concern him, annoyed her the more. "I wish you would not frighten me," she cried, with an angry determination to stop this uncanny business.
"Perhaps it is your conscience that is frightening you."
"How dare you say that?"