He yawned.
"My trance has made me sleepy," he added.
The doctor got up.
"Yes; bed is the best place for you," he said.
"And for us all, I suppose," added Julian. "Though I feel as if I could
never sleep again."
The doctor went out into the hall to get his coat, leaving the friends
alone for a moment.
"I am still so excited," Julian went on. "Dear old fellow! How good it is
to see you yourself again. I made up my mind that you were dead. This is
like a resurrection. Oh, Val, if you had been dead, really!"
"What would you have done?"
"Done! I don't know. Gone to the devil, probably."
"Do you know where to find him?"
"My dear boy, he is in every London street, to begin with."
"In Victoria Street, even. I was only laughing."
"But tell me, what did you feel?"
"Nothing. As if I slept."
"And you really heard, saw, nothing?"
"Nothing."
"And that hand?"
Valentine smiled again, and seemed to hesitate. But then he replied,
quietly:
"I told you I could not feel it."
"I did, until I heard that dreadful cry, and then it was suddenly drawn
away from me."
Doctor Levillier appeared in the doorway with his overcoat on, but Julian
did not notice him. Again his excitement was rising.
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