I told her right out, you know, that I
feared insanity."
"Oh! you did! That's tactful! How did she--"
"She took it admirably."
"And did you tell her your delightful theories?"
"I did not. She will see all that for herself, I expect. Meantime--"
"Oh, you didn't tell me about your interview with Lady Laura."
The old face grew a little grim.
"Ah! that's not finished yet," he said. "I'm on my way to her now. I
don't think she'll play with the thing again just yet."
"And the others--the medium, and so on?"
"They will have to take their chance. It's absolutely useless going to
them."
"They're as bad as I am, I expect."
The old man turned a sharp face to him.
"Oh! you know nothing whatever about it," he said. "You don't
count. But they do know quite enough."
In the underground the two talked no more; but Mr. Morton, affecting
to read his paper, glanced up once or twice at the old shrewd face
opposite that stared so steadily out of the window into the roaring
darkness. And once more he reflected how astonishing it was that
anyone in these days--anyone, at least, possessing common sense--and
common sense was written all over that old bearded face--could believe
such fantastic rubbish as that which had been lately discussed.
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