"Why—last?"
Julian sat up on the divan, and his hands were clenched on the cushions.
"Because if nothing happens to-night I'll give it up. I'll never sit again. And if Cuckoo sleeps—"
He paused.
"She will sleep," Valentine said. "I have the power to make her."
"No," said Cuckoo.
"Don't you think so, doctor?"
"It seemed so the other night," the doctor answered.
"And with each sitting my power will increase. Do you hear, Julian?"
"You're very fond of talking about your power," Julian said, roughly.