"I do remember that fact perfectly, but since I gave you that prescription a very marked change has taken place in your condition."
"Do you think me worse?"
"In one sense you are."
Awdrey laughed.
"How queer that you should say that," he said, "for to tell you the truth, I really feel better; I am not quite so troubled by inertia."
"I must be frank with you, Awdrey. I consider you very ill."
Awdrey started when Rumsey said this.
"Pray speak out, doctor, I dislike riddles," he replied.
"I mean to speak out very plainly. Awdrey, my poor fellow, I am obliged to remind you of the strange history of your house."
"What do you mean?" said Awdrey—"the history of my house?" he continued; "there is a psychological history, which I dislike to think of; is it to that you refer?"