“O Father, I come!”
Then, with one blood-curdling shriek, she vanished also, and again there followed the sound of a great splash that slowly echoed itself to silence.
All had passed away, leaving Dorcas paralysed with terror, and wet with its dew, so that her night-gear clung to her body. The room was just as it had been, filled with the soft moonlight and looking very comfortable.
“Thomas!” gasped his wife, “wake up.”
“I am awake,” he answered in his deep voice, which shook a little. “I have had a bad dream.”
“What did you dream? Did you see two people thrown from the cliff?”
“Something of that sort.”
“Oh! Thomas, Thomas, I have been in hell. This place is haunted. Don’t talk to me of dreams. Tabitha will have seen and heard too. She will be driven mad. Come to her.”
“I think not,” answered Thomas.
Still he came.