Before I knew it, she was thinking I had suddenly gone mad. She was shouting "Mubby" for help—her husband's pet name....
The little fool! I caught her over the mouth with a grim hand.
"Don't do that ... can't a fellow play once in a while?"
"But it wasn't all play, was it?"
"No, I really saw the cave, and the primeval landscape.
"Shall I tell you some more?"
"No, it frightens me too much ... it seems too real. And you've bruised me, and my head feels as if you've torn half my hair out."
"Why did you call out your husband's pet name?"
"I don't know ... did I?"
"Yes!"