Laurie threw himself back.
"Well, I will," he said. "I know it's absurdly childish; but I'm a little frightened. It's about a dream."
"That's not necessarily childish."
"It's a dream I had tonight—in my chair after dinner."
"Well?"
Then Laurie began.
For about ten minutes he talked without ceasing. Mr. Vincent smoked tranquilly, putting what seemed to Laurie quite unimportant questions now and again, and nodding gently from time to time.
"And I'm frightened," ended Laurie; "and I want you to tell me what it all means."
The other drew a long inhalation through his pipe, expelled it, and leaned back.