"The next thing I was conscious of was meeting the lady next morning (_i.e._, in a dream, I suppose?) and asking her at once if she had seen me last night. The reply came, 'Yes.' 'How?' I inquired. Then in words strangely clear and low, like a well audible whisper, came the answer, 'I was sitting beside you.' These words, so clear, awoke me instantly, and I felt I must have been dreaming; but on reflection I remembered what I had been 'willing' before I fell asleep, and it struck me, 'This must be a _reflex_ action from the percipient.' My watch showed 3.40 A.M. The following is what I wrote immediately in pencil, standing in my night-dress:--'As I reflected upon those clear words, they struck me as being quite _intuitive_, I mean _subjective_, and to have proceeded _from within, as my own conviction_, rather than a communication from any one else. And yet I can't remember her face at all, as one can after a vivid dream!' "But the words were uttered in a clear, quick tone, which was most remarkable, and awoke me at once. "My friend in the note with which she sent me the enclosed account of _her own_ experience, says:--'I remember the man put all the lamps out soon after I came upstairs, and that is only done about a quarter to four.'" Mr. Godfrey received from the percipient on the 16th November an account of her side of the experience, and at his request she wrote it down as follows:-- "Yesterday--viz., the morning of November 16th, 1886--about half-past three o'clock, I woke up with a start and an idea that some one had come into the room. I heard a curious sound, but fancied it might be the birds in the ivy outside. Next I experienced a strange restless longing to leave the room and go downstairs. This feeling became so overpowering that at last I rose and lit a candle, and went down, thinking if I could get some soda water it might have a quieting effect. On returning to my room I saw Mr. Godfrey standing under the large window on the staircase. He was dressed in his usual style, and with an expression on his face that I have noticed when he has been looking very earnestly at anything. He stood there, and I held up the candle and gazed at him for three or four seconds in utter amazement, and then, as I passed up the staircase, he disappeared. The impression left on my mind was so vivid that I fully intended waking a friend who occupied the same room as myself, but remembering that I should only be laughed at as romantic and imaginative, refrained from doing so. "I was not frightened at the appearance of Mr. Godfrey, but felt much excited, and could not sleep afterwards."