“What were you thinking of?” she asked.
“Of the future.”
“Ah!”
“That’s why it is inexplicable.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Don’t let us talk about it any more,” he said, in an almost terrible voice. “I must have had an hallucination.”
“Have you ever before thought you were the victim of an hallucination?” she asked.
“Yes. Several times I have seen the eyes of my little boy. I saw them a few nights ago in the stream that flows through the Valley of Roses, just after Sir Carey had left me.”
“Don’t look into water again except in daylight. It is the night that brings fancies with it. If you gaze very long at anything in a dim light you are sure to see something strange or horrible.”
“But an hallucination of sound! I must go away from here! Perhaps in some other place—”