Yet she went, telling herself that Laurie's grief was an excuse for showing him a little marked friendliness. Besides, she would like to ask him whether he was really going back to town on Thursday. She tapped twice before an answer came; and then it seemed a rather breathless voice which spoke. The boy was sitting bolt upright on the edge of the sofa, with a couple of candles at his side, and the book in his hands. There was a strained and intensely interested look in his eyes. "May I come in for a few minutes? It's nearly dressing time," she said. "Oh--er--certainly." He got up, rather stiffly, still keeping his place in the book with one finger, while she sat down. Then he too sat again, and there was silence for a moment. "Why, you're not smoking," she said. "I forgot. I will now, if you don't mind!" She saw his fingers tremble a little as he put out his hand to a box of cigarettes at his side. But he put the book down, after looking at the page. She could keep her question in no longer. "What do you think of that," she said, nodding at the book. He filled his lungs with smoke and exhaled again slowly. "I think it's extraordinary," he said shortly. "In what way?" Again he paused before answering. Then he answered deliberately. "If human evidence is worth anything, those things happen," he said. "What things?" "The dead return." Maggie looked at him, aware of his deliberate attempt at dramatic brevity. He was watching the end of his cigarette with elaborate attention, and his face had that white, rather determined look that she had seen on it once or twice before, in the presence of a domestic crisis. "Do you really mean you believe that?" she said, with a touch of careful bitterness in her voice. "I do," he said, "or else--" "Well?" "Or else human evidence is worth nothing at all." Maggie understood him perfectly; but she realized that this was not an occasion to force issues. She still put the tone of faint irony into her voice. "You really believe that Cardinal Newman comes to Mr. Vincent's drawing room and raps on tables?" "I really believe that it is possible to get into touch with those whom we call dead. Each instance, of course, depends on its own evidence." "And Cardinal Newman?" "I have not studied the evidence for Cardinal Newman," remarked Laurie in a head-voice. "Let's have a look at that book," said Maggie impulsively. He handed it to her; and she began to turn the pages, pausing now and again to read a particular paragraph, and once for nearly a minute while she examined an illustration. Certainly the book seemed interestingly written, and she read an argument or two that appeared reasonably presented. Yet she was extraordinarily repelled even by the dead paper and ink she had in her hands. It was as if it was something obscene. Finally she tossed it back on to the couch. Laurie waited; but she said nothing. "Well?" he asked at last, still refraining from looking at her.