Her great eyes were lifted. They were full of depths unfathomable even to my intense love.
“I was practically unconscious, therefore I do not know who was present; I only heard voices.”
“Of whom?”
“Of men talking.”
“Could you not recognise them?”
“No,” she answered, in a low tone; “they were dream-voices, strange and weird—sounding afar off.”
“What did they say?”
“I cannot tell, only I recollect that I thought I was in church; I had a curious dream.”
Again she hesitated. Her voice had suddenly fallen so that I could scarcely make out the sound of the last word.
“What did you dream? The vagaries of the brain sometimes give us a clue to the nature of such seizures.”