"
Laurie looked at him intently. But there was a touch of apprehension
in his face, too.
"You mean," he said slowly, "that--that all I saw--the limitations of
space, and so forth--that these were facts and not fancies?"
"Certainly. Doesn't your theology hint at something of the kind?"
Laurie was silent. He had no idea of what his theology told him on the
point.
"But why should I--I of all people--have such an experience?" he asked
suddenly.
The medium smiled.
"Who can tell that?" he said. "Why should one man be an artist, and
another not? It is a matter of temperament. You see you've begun to
develop that temperament at last; and it's a very marked one to begin
with. As for--"
Laurie interrupted him.
"Yes, yes," he said. "But there's another point. What about that fear
I had when I tried to--to awaken?"
There passed over the medium's face a shade of gravity. It was no more
than a shade, but it was there. He reached out rather quickly for his
pipe which he had laid aside, and blew through it carefully before
answering.
"That?" he said, with what seemed to the boy an affected carelessness.
"That? Oh, that's a common experience. Don't think about that too
much, Mr.
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