III – The Tramp––––––––
WHEN SHE CAME TO HERSELF she was lying on the bed under the eider-down quilt and her uncle's anxious face was looking down at hers. He was in his dressing-gown and his hair was rumpled untidily.
"I am such a fool," she said, with an apologetic smile.
"I heard you scream. What was the matter—nightmare?" asked Mr. Stuart.
And then she told him what she had seen. Stuart walked to the window and looked out.
"A manifestation," he said gravely. "You were very fortunate."
"A manifestation?" she repeated in an amazement. "Do you believe——"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"I believe there is a great deal one doesn't understand; a great many things and a great many phenomena," he replied. "But honestly, I think in this case you have been suffering from nightmare."
"Do you
