y. I was terribly frightened. I woke up." She began a new line and added: "The lion seemed to have a human face. It seemed to resemble Doctor Lathrop."
I contrasted the writing of this dream with the other. At least there had been no hesitation in writing this, I observed, whatever that might mean. Already I was coming to have some respect for the dream theory which I would have ridiculed only
a few hours before Kennedy began to convince me. Honora laid down the pen and glanced up rather wearily as Kennedy ran his eye over what she had written. Much as it all aroused her curiosity, plainly the whole proceeding on the part of Craig was a sealed book to her. "There's just another dream, or, rather, two dreams
," he said, in a moment, "that interested me  almost as much
when I heard of them. Doctor Lathrop happened to mention them without telling them and I'd like to get them from you." She glanced at him covertly, as much as to say, "So, then, you have been talking about me to him?" but she controlled whatever remark was on her
tongue and said nothing. Instead, obediently again, she picked up the pen and wrote, while we waited and the minutes passed. Only now it seemed that she was wr