If my trouble had wrought with a whit less stress and reality, I doubt whether he would ever have acknowledged or restored it.

Tears of temperature one degree cooler than those I shed would only have amused Dr.John.
Pleasure at regaining made me forget merited reproach for the teasing torment; my joy was great; it could not be concealed: yet I think it broke out more in countenance than language.

I said little.
"Are you satisfied now ?" asked Dr.John.
I replied that I was--satisfied and happy.
"Well then," he proceeded, "how do you feel physically?
Are you growing calmer?
Not much: for you tremble like a leaf still." It seemed to me, however, that I was sufficiently calm: at least I felt no longer terrified.

I expressed myself composed.
"You are able, consequently, to tell me what you saw?
Your account was quite vague, do you know?
You looked white as the wall; but you only spoke of 'something,' not defining _what_.

Was it a man?
Was it an animal?
What was it ?" "I never will tell exactly what I saw," said I, "unless some one else sees it too, and then I will give corroborative testimony; but otherwise, I shall be discredited and accused of dreaming." "Tell me," said Dr.Bretton; "I will hear it in my professional character: I look on you now from a professional point of view, and I read, perhaps, all you would conceal--in your eye, which is curiously vivid and restless: in your cheek, which the blood has forsaken; in your hand, which you cannot steady.