“Oh, thoughts—and other things.”
“Perhaps you hear voices?”
She looked at him vaguely.
“Yes, voices.”
“And they talk to you?”
“Sometimes. There are often voices with one, are there not?”
Dr. Hemstruther rubbed his hands together, forgetting to sniff for a minute or more, a lapse that the sentimental Jael mended.
“Are they the voices of people whom you know?”
“Sometimes.”
“And perhaps you hear bells ringing, and other such sounds? Do you ever see the people who talk to you at night?”