now and again, and nodding gently from time to time.
“And I’m frightened,” ended Laurie; “and I want you to tell me what it all means.”
The other drew a long inhalation through his pipe, expelled it, and leaned back.
“Oh, it’s comparatively common,” he said; “common, that is, with people of your temperament, Mr. Baxter—and mine. … You tell me that it was prayer that enabled you to get through at the end? That is interesting.”
“But—but—was it more than fancy—more, I mean, than an ordinary dream?”
“Oh, yes; it was objective. It was a real experience.”
“You mean—”
“ Mr. Baxter, just listen to me for a minute or two. You