He--" Anne was not listening.

She broke in with a question to Simmy.
"What was it that you said happened while you were in the room?
Before the ether, I mean.

Tell me again,--and slowly." Simmy cleared his throat.

It was very tight and dry.

He was now afraid of death.
"It was awfully affecting," he said, wiping the moisture from his brow.
"Awfully.