Radmore--"
"Do call me Godfrey," he exclaimed, and at once she went on:
"Well, Godfrey, I think a certain amount of his oddity is owing to the
fact that he's never been to school or mixed with other boys. I'm told
he's a good scholar, but he's a shocking speller! Where's the good of
knowing Latin and Greek if you can't spell such a simple word as
chocolate--he spells it 'chockolit.' Still, I'm bound to admit the child
sees and foresees more than most human beings are allowed to see and
foresee."
And then, as Radmore remained silent, she went on: "Do you yourself
believe in all that sort of thing, Godfrey--I mean second sight, and so
on?"
Radmore answered frankly: "Yes, I think I do. I didn't before the War--I
never gave any thought to any of these subjects. But during the War
things happened to me and to some of my chums which made me believe,
in a way I never had believed till then, in the reality of another state
of being--I mean a world quite near to this world, one full of spirits,
good and evil, who exercise a certain influence on the living."
They had come to a circular stone seat which was much older even than
this old garden, and Miss Pendarth motioned her visitor to sit down.
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