“It’s very awful,” she said; “but, you know, people’s nerves do break down entirely sometimes, even though they’re not in the least afraid. I saw a case once—”
She stopped.
“Yes?”
“It—it was a very awful case. A girl—a sensitive—broke down altogether under the strain. She’s in an asylum.”
“I don’t think that’s likely for me,” said Laurie, with a touch of humor in his voice. “And, after all, you run these risks, don’t you—and Mrs. Stapleton?”
“Yes; but you see we’re not sensitives. And even I—”
“Yes?”
“Well, even I feel sometimes rather overcome. … Mr. Baxter, do you quite realize what it all means?”
“I think so. To tell the truth—”
He stopped.
“Yes; but the thing itself is really overwhelming. … There’s—there’s an extraordinary power sometimes. You know I was with Maud Stapleton when she saw her father—”
She stopped again.
“Yes?”
“I saw him too, you know. … Oh! there was no possibility of fraud. It was with Mr. Vincent. It—it was rather terrible.”