"You were at your headache," Oldmeadow reminded her. It was customary in the family circle thus to shepherd Mrs. Chadwick's straying thoughts.
"Yes, I know. But it all hangs together. Heredity and Mamma and my headaches; and Adrienne's mother, who was musical, too, and played on a harp. Well, it was raging and I was lying there, when there came a little rap at the door. I knew at once who it was and she asked in such a gentle voice if she might come in. It's a very soothing voice, isn't it? But do you know I felt for a moment quite frightened, as if I simply couldn't see her. But I had to say yes, and she came in so softly and sat down beside me and said: 'I used to help Mother, sometimes, with her headaches. May I help you?' She didn't want to talk about things, as I'd feared. Such a relief it was. So I said: 'Oh, do my dear,' and she laid her hand on my forehead and said: 'You will soon feel better. It will soon quite pass away.' And then not another word. Only sitting there in the dark, with her hand on my forehead. And do you know, Roger, almost at once the pain began to melt away. You know how a dish of junket melts after you cut into it. It was like that. 'Junket, junket,' I seemed to hear myself saying; and such a feeling of peace and contentment. And before I knew anything more I fell into the most delicious sleep and slept till now, just before tea. She was sitting there still, in the dark beside me and I said: 'Oh, my dear, to think of your having stayed in on this lovely afternoon!' But she went to pull up the blinds and said that she loved sitting quietly in the dark with some one she cared for, sleeping. 'I think souls come very close together, then,' she said. Wasn't it beautiful of her, Roger? Like astral bodies, you know, and auras and things of that sort. She _is_ beautiful. I made up my mind to that, then. She gives me such a feeling of trust. How can one help it? It's like what one reads of Roman Catholic saints and people in the Bible. The gift of healing. The laying on of hands. We don't seem to have any of them and we can't count _her_, since she doesn't believe in the church. But if only they'd give up the Pope, I don't see why we shouldn't accept their saints; such dear, good people, most of them. And the Pope is quite an excellent man just now, I believe. But isn't it very strange, Roger? For a person who can do that to one can't be irreligious, can they?"