That mark upon her brow set me wondering.
Across her forehead she drew her hand wearily, as at last she sat forward in her chair, an action as though to clear her confused and troubled brain.
“Let me take off your hat,” I said and, with a man’s clumsiness, removed the old felt hat from her head.
As I did so her wealth of soft hair, which I saw had been sadly neglected, fell unkempt about her shoulders.
“That—that woman!” she suddenly ejaculated, half starting from her seat. “Ah! that woman!” she cried.
“What woman, dear?” I asked, much mystified at her words.
“That woman—that awful woman!” she shouted.
“Ah! send her away—save me from her—Oh! save me. Look!”
And she pointed straight before her at some phantom which she had conjured up in her imagination.
At once I realised that she was hysterical, and that some hideous ghost of her past adventure had arisen before her.