Just at that moment Harry made a sudden spring, and would have leaped out of the bed, but Miss Bramlett caught and gently laid him down and began to rub his brow with her hand, when he instantly became quiet, and in three minutes was sound asleep.
“Did you see that, Demar?” said Plaxico, in a low whisper.
“See what?”
“How quick he became quiet when she put her hand on his brow?”
“Yes; I suppose it is mesmerism, magnetism, or something of the sort.”
“If we were to live a thousand years, we might learn something new every day; this is a most wonderful occurrence! See, he is sleeping soundly; the respiration is less labored, and his pulse much better. Now, I imagine this strange phenomenon would furnish material for an article in the Lancet, and I think I shall undertake to write it.”
The very instant Miss Bramlett removed her hand from the wounded man’s brow, he awoke and began to move restlessly from side to side; but she immediately replaced it and he was again quiet.
“Well!” observed Demar, “I must say that this is the strangest occurrence that I ever saw. I believe their souls are communing intelligently with each other, and that, notwithstanding Wallingford’s reason is dethroned, he is in some way made to know that Miss Bramlett is near him.”
“I have often read about two souls melting into one,” replied Plaxico, “but this is the first occular demonstration of the process that has ever been witnessed by me. There is more mystery in the anatomy of the human body than is generally believed to exist, anyway.”
“Yes,” rejoined Demar; “especially does that remark apply to the human heart. I speak from experience, to some extent, and I dare say that the hearts of Miss Bramlett and Wallingford are at this very moment conversing intelligently with each other. A sort of telegraph which love has erected is now conducting sweet messages from one heart to the other.”