would call, with pleasure, in the morning, but he said:
"No, if you don't mind hearing it all now. I have got so far, and I should prefer making one effort of it. When I spoke to Dr. Harley, I had nothing like so much to tell. You are a philosophic physician. You give spirit its proper rank. If this thing is real—"
He paused, looking at me with agitated inquiry.
"We can discuss it by-and-by, and very fully. I will give you all I think," I answered, after an interval.
"Well—very well. If it is anything real, I say, it is prevailing, little by little, and drawing me more interiorly into hell. Optic nerves, he talked of. Ah! well—there are other nerves of communication. May God Almighty help me! You shall hear.
"Its power of action, I tell you, had increased. Its malice became, in a way aggres-
