"No, don't cry. It's nothing. Only are you certain sure—that's the point?"
"Yes, I am sure enough, but——"
"But what?"
"I thought he was the worse for drink, which was a mad thing."
"Oh, you thought that. Why so?"
"His feet seemed to reel from side to side—almost from under him."
"His feet—I see. From side to side.... Ever saw him the worse for drink before?"
"Never in all my life! I was amazed. Afterwards I had a feeling that it wasn't Mr. Osborne himself, but his spirit that I had seen. And it may have been his spirit! For my Aunt Pruie saw the spirit of her boy one Sunday afternoon when he was alive and well in his ship on the sea."
"But a spirit the worse for drink?" murmured Furneaux; "a spirit whose feet seemed to reel?"
She dropped her eyes, and presently wept a theory.