“That will do. You can go.”
Barnes went.
Mr. Wyman turned to Mr. Moore.
“I am sorry to have to tell you, Mr. Moore, that your daughter was married in a state of hypnotic trance.”
“In a what?”
“In a state of hypnotic trance. But perhaps you will allow me to explain?”
“I should be glad if somebody would – before I go stark mad!”
“I am a dentist, Mr. Moore. Some time ago your daughter came to me half beside herself with neuralgia.”
“She has suffered from it ever since she was a child – that among other things. I believe she has suffered from every mortal malady – or she says she has.”
“So she informed me. I told her that under those circumstances a remedy would be hard to find, but one I did suggest – hypnotism.”
“Hypnotism! Isn’t that the new-fangled word for mesmerism?”
“Precisel
